I don’t know what I wanted from you.
A return, a truth,
a different ending,
or just the mercy of being seen
without having to ask twice.
Letting go is not a moment; it’s repetition.
So I taught myself distance.
I called it strength.
I called it clarity.
I called it everything except your name.
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