it's been 3 months
but I'm stagnant and stuck
somewhere between
crafting texts I can't dare myself to send so you'll never read
and
finding peace in knowing that everyday you choose
absence, silence, and avoidance

when I let you go, I stopped calculating the chances
you'd retrace the footsteps you left when walking away from me.
and healing is time.
you even told me "it just takes time".
we both lost a friend, that maybe we should've found by now
but it's been 3 months
and I'm nothing more than somewhere between
the words on my lips reading "I miss you"
and the tip of my tongue saying "I wish I never knew you"