All Unsent Messages

I play the song we pretended was ours, even when the room is full of people. If you ever need me, I’ll understand if you don’t call. That’s okay.

I see your initials in streetlights, and I tuck the ache into my sleeve. I’ll keep the window cracked for luck.

I’m sorry I mistook pride for strength, and it startles me that you won’t answer. I will keep the soft parts of us.

I’m sorry I kept score, even when the room is full of people. I forgive you. I forgive me. This is enough.

Thank you for loving me clumsily, though the calendar insists we moved on. I’m letting this be my goodbye. I mean this kindly.

I light a candle for you on Tuesdays, and I keep looking for you in crowds. I hope you keep the light you found. I’m keeping the promise this time.

I’m sorry I kept score, and I tuck the ache into my sleeve. If this reaches you, know I tried. I mean this kindly.

I believe we both will heal, and I practice the right words in the mirror. I’m letting this be my goodbye. You don’t have to answer.

I’m sorry I mistook pride for strength, and it feels like weather inside me. I forgive you. I forgive me. You don’t have to answer.

I should have asked you to stay, even when the room is full of people. Wherever you are, be gentle with yourself.