Nobody talks about the damage
of the silent treatment.
Because silence doesn't leave bruises.
It leaves questions.
I reread conversations.
Replayed memories.
Wondered what I did wrong.
That was the trap.
Your silence became my guilt.
Your distance became my responsibility.
Then one day, I understood-
people who care communicate.
People who leave confusion behind
usually have no intention of bringing peace.
And that's when everything changed.
I stopped looking for answers
inside your silence.
Because the silence was the answer.