Written by Dennis Harvell
The Account of Silence
I didn’t leave because I stopped caring.
I left because I finally calculated the cost.
For years, I gave away my hours, my focus, my peace —
treating my own energy like an endless well.
You called my absence a betrayal.
I called it a forensic audit of my remaining days.
You count the doors I locked.
I count the years I left them wide open.
And that is why we will never agree on the value of the key.
