You have nothing
to apologize for.
Don’t you see?
It was me—
I opened the window,
I opened the door,
I fed the hope
of a love

—something that will never happen.

Don’t be afraid
To become too big
For your old life.

i read your message
and then i looked away
because the truth is,
i don’t know what to do with it.

it’s easier to stay silent
than to admit i’m tangled
in my own mess
and maybe i’m scared
to break what we have
by saying too much, or, not enough.

she’s there,
hands trembling on the screen,
heart heavier with each second.

no reply, no sign, no sound...
just the weight of waiting,
the ache of being unseen
by the one she’s already given
so much of herself to.