When Silence Speaks
I listen

I washed your scent off of my sheets today. It might be the only time you’ll be in my bed. I’m moving on, sad but steadfast. I want you to reach out to me, but you won’t.
I gazed up at the snow-dusted Sandia mountains as we hiked our familiar trails. The glimmering sunlight obscured my tears from view when I acknowledged you didn’t feel the same depth of connection. If you do have feelings, you won’t express them.
Why don’t people tell the truth? Well, my tears expose the reason. Still, a straight shot at my heart would’ve been faster. Never mind my old, worn-out pattern guesswork and pining. I’m over that nonsense.
My vision’s blurred of who you once were. Before you finally graced me with your presence, gazing as if you loved me more than anything. Moments froze in time when I believed you’d stay close. I saw in my mind’s eye, the boldly etched memory of your promise to cherish me. They’re beginning to fade with your silence.
Why dedicate yourself to coming all this way, when you have nothing more to say? You convinced me I was too attached. Yet, here I am, allowing silence between us to answer my questions. Here I am, letting go of expectations. Without me, there is no us.
I would’ve kept reaching out, never mind how one-sided it felt. But maybe it’s time I take a break from all that trying. Perhaps it’ll give you time to decide about me. It won’t take long to know what you want. Saying nothing says a lot of something.
I washed your scent off of my sheets today. Now I can’t smell you at all.
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