Step by step,
no louder than breath—
I walk beside
what isn’t mine to name.

No banners,
no blueprints,
just this sound
of stone learning softness.

You open a window.
I keep the door unlatched.

Let fear finish its echo.
Let the dark chants drift.

Not all ruin is ending.
Some of it
is soil.

Dear former lover,

You have no right to reach out to me anymore.

Since this seems to not be intuitive to you, let me lay this out simply with a list of reasons why.  

1) Your feelings are no longer my responsibility. (And that was your choice, not mine). I’m sure you don’t like thinking things can end on unfriendly terms. Let me assure you, they did.

2)  Please consider the following; why are you reaching out to me?
Trying to try to clear your conscious?
It feels like you’re asking to use me to make yourself feel better, and as stated previously, that’s no longer my job.

3) There’s a great big world out there, full of people I’d rather talk to. What makes you think you have a claim on my free time?

If you have any questions, please feel free to never reach out to me again.

(kindly),
f*** your feelings.

P.s. I changed your name to mop in my phone, and the aforementioned name change is your contact photo.

I want you to love me
the same way you’d love a shelter dog,
who flinches when you try to pet her
because she isn’t sure if you’ll offer a stroke
or if you’ll hit her.

Six months ago; we parted as friends
there was no anger
there was some pain.
We were different people who wanted different things.
Hearing you tell me you didn't see a future with me three times was enough.
The end of a relationship is always sad, it's a mourning of your future. A forever what if.
But I could still feel my heart beating in my chest.
It felt like the right decision.

Three days ago;  We parted, and you still want to be friends.
there is confusion
there is pain.  
You no longer want the same things.
Hearing you tell me you didn't see a future with me four times was too many.
The end of a relationship is always sad, but this one was devastating. I could see it, you showed it to me.
I can't feel my heart beating in my chest anymore.
It felt like the wrong decision.