Goodnight

My heart was heavy.
Now it’s hollow—
like something sacred
was lifted out of me.

I never knew tears
could fall without running out.

People talk about Rainbow Bridges,
but only the innocent need pretty myths.
Those who truly loved
know that existence never disappears—
it simply rearranges itself.

So this is not goodbye.
Just a goodnight.
Sleep where I cannot follow,
and I will stay here a while,
holding the space you left open.