Convenient.
Some people are just passing through, I just didn’t know that you’d be one of them.
So as the silence between us grows heavier,
I’ll finally stop asking why.
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I’ll stop replaying every moment, every glance, every word that I thought meant something.
I’ll stop waiting for you to turn around.
I’ll stop hoping that one day you’ll see what you let go.
Because you didn’t look at me because you saw a future.
You looked at me because I was there.
And that’s the difference I refused to see.
So I won’t scream.
I won’t beg.
I won’t write another poem about you.
I’ll just walk away.
Quietly.
Completely.
Like I was never there at all.
And maybe that’s the saddest part.
Not that you didn’t choose me.
But that I kept choosing someone who was never going to choose me back.
