The ending no one told the heart

The body leaves, but the affection stays; like forgotten perfume on folded clothes.
The ending happened, of course it did. But try telling that to the heart.
It still waits for touch, for routine, even for the arguments that came like clockwork.

Longing doesn’t scream. It whispers in the corners where we used to fit together without trying.
And what was once home becomes a labyrinth.
Physical separation is easy to map on a GPS. The hard part is explaining to a feeling that there’s no way back.

There is no hope, not anymore.
Just this invisible, stubborn thread that refuses to snap.
And no one; neither the one who stayed, nor the one who left; quite knows why.