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still water
No one worries about the lake.From the shore,it looks peaceful.I have become skilledat looking undisturbed.A practiced face.A measured voice.Hands folded neatlyaround whatever remains.People mistake calm for absence.I let them.It is easier than explaininghow much…
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an unwanted gospel
I didn’t choose this faith.It arrived slowly,one departure at a time.After a while,belief requires less evidencethan hope.Every goodbyebecomes another witnesscalled to testify.I am the placelove passes through,never the placeit stays.I have learnedto read absencelike…
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small offenses
i stole your penwhile you weren’t using it.you askedwhere it went.i saidthat was interesting.you stared at me.i stared back.then i handed it overfrom behind my backlike my generositywas the point.
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No Visible Ruin
I take what happenedand sharpen it. The feelings don’t disappear.They just fold themselves inward,deeper and deeper,until they become a kind ofelegant loneliness I do not punish myself loudly.There is no spectacle to it.No collapse,…
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Silence That Can Breathe
For a while,I am only this:a body in the rain,a silence that can breathe,a feeling that does not needto explain itself to the sky. Even the thought of youbecomes something distant,not gone,just no longer…
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The Comfort of Blur
The sky doesn’t ask before it opens.It just leans in and lets go. I stand inside it,let it blur the edges of meuntil I stop tryingto hold my shape so tightly. Everything sounds farther…
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The Myth of Too Much
You were never “too much.”You were just never metwith enough steadinessto stop feeling like a storm. Your depth is not a flaw.It only hurts where it meets shallowsand expects the ocean back.
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careful masking
I ache for claritybut would ratherbleed quietly than ask. In the mirror, I practice indifference:shoulders easy,eyes unhooked from the past,face arranged into careful stillness. Outside, the night keeps moving. I line up the momentsyou…
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Letting Go Is Repetition
I don’t know what I wanted from you. A return, a truth,a different ending,or just the mercy of being seenwithout having to ask twice. Letting go is not a moment; it’s repetition. So I…
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Truths That Don’t Dissolve
I miss you.I don’t want to. I tell myselfI should be past this.I tell myself that often. But there are truths that don’t dissolve just because you learn to function around them. There is…
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the empty spaces we carved
I want you to admit it:that letting me gowas a wound you gave yourself.That you feel the empty spaceswe carved into each other, Say it.Just once.Say we existed. Don’t pretend we were nothing.You know…
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Held by Distance
It feels like standingon the edge of a cliff at night,watching a distant lighthouse blink;every flash a reminderthat they’re out there,that they mean something to you,that they steady youeven without ever pulling you close.…
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The Architecture of Absence
I have learned howquiet absence can be,how it can sit in a roomwithout making soundand stilltake up all the space Nothing here is sharp anymore.Only the quiet recognitionthat something oncepassed through meand changed the…
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a shift in pressure
there are people whoarrive like weatherand leave like weather, too. no announcement,no final sentence,just a shift in pressureyou notice too lateto prepare for. I remember a voicethat sounded closer thanit should have been, anda…
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Making Nothing of It
I should stop thinking about you.that would be cleaner,kinder to myself. the truth is simpler,harder to defend. you stayed with melonger thanyou stayed with I tell myself it was nothing. Nothing iseasier to survivethan…
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It Drips In
I told myselfit meant nothingthe way you left thingshanging but my bodykept reactinglike it meanteverything. There is a kind of griefthat doesn’t arriveall at once it drips inevery timeyou don’t return.
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Correctly
I don’t know whenyou stopped being someone I knewand started being someoneI could only remember correctlyin private. I still catch youin the edges of thingsin rooms that don’t belong to youin thoughts I don’t…
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Fluent in Misunderstanding
We were a heartbeat apartbut a lifetime awayand neither of uscould cross the silencewe built ourselves. And maybe that was ourlove language:misreading each otherso thoroughlyit felt like fate.
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