Soner Öztoprak

Was what you said a lie? You told me I was all you wanted. I believed you. That’s all there is to it. Maybe it meant nothing to you. Maybe it was something said without thought. I don’t spend time guessing anymore. You left, and that’s the only part that matters. There was no warning. No explanation. Just the last photo from the party the night before—proof that it happened, that I wasn’t imagining it. A goodbye would’ve been sufficient. Silence was unnecessary. I’m not angry. I’m not waiting. I don’t wonder if I was the problem. What you chose was yours to make, and what’s left is mine to carry. If you’re around or if you’re gone, it changes nothing. I hope you’re fine. Just don’t erase me. I was there. @Obsessedwithhim🫧 (Based on song; Missing something) Voices echo throughout the underground subway, blending into a constant hum. People come and go, passing through without a second thought, their faces blank, their minds elsewhere. Meanwhile, my own thoughts drift, pulled along by the soft tune of a strumming guitar that cuts through the noise. Almost without realizing it, I gravitate toward the small crowd gathered around the sound. The music is simple but comforting, pleasing to the ears in a way that feels personal, as if it’s meant for someone who needs it. For a moment, everyone slows down, held together by the rhythm.