I Deserved a Goodbye
More than your hand,
more than your kiss,
more than your lingering glances—
I deserved a goodbye.
The simplest word,
the cleanest truth,
a parting that left me whole.
Instead you fractured me
with silence,
left me carrying
the sharp edges of maybe.
And in your refusal,
I learned that love
is not the wound.
Cowardice is.


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