#exfianc
It started in noise
metal breath and restless hands,
two kids striking rhythm
against bone,
like we knew something
before we knew anything.
Time bent around it.
Years didn’t pass,
they folded
stacked soft and quiet
into something that felt like fate
but wasn’t.
Somewhere along the line
the ground split clean
not loud, not sudden,
just enough
to build two lives
on either side of the same name.
Trust doesn’t shatter.
It thins.
It stretches transparent
until everything behind it
looks like a lie.
And still
the body remembers warmth
long after the fire
burns the house down.
So it lingers
in the smoke,
calling it home.
Now love tastes like hesitation.
Like checking the locks twice.
Like reading between silences
that might not mean anything at all.
Hands reach,
then pull back.
Stay too long,
then vanish.
A pattern stitched from
almosts and aftershocks.
There is anger here
not loud,
not wild,
but steady as a pulse
that never forgets
what it learned.
And under it,
something softer
a blueprint never built,
rooms filled with voices
that never got to exist.
A small hand
that never wrapped around a finger.
A life
that never had the chance
to stay.
So the weight remains
not of what happened,
but of what didn’t.
Of what was carried
like a future
and set down
like nothing.
Still
somewhere beneath the fracture,
something holds.
Not whole.
Not yet.
But holding.
Like earth
after winter
hard, quiet,
unconvinced by light,
but not dead.
Not dead.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 10:07 PM UTC