Across The Table

I wish there were days

where I wasn’t cast as the villain,

where my name didn’t enter the room

already guilty,

already loud with assumptions.

I wish we could sit down

without armor,

without the weight of old endings

pressed between us like a third voice.

Just a conversation.

A real one.

Not to win,

not to rewrite history,

not to decide who hurt who more—

but to ask, How are you really?

and mean it.

To talk about the world

and how it feels like it’s cracking open,

how the noise never stops,

how some days it’s hard

to know where we stand

or what’s true anymore.

I wish you could see

that I’m not trying to be right,

I’m just trying to be understood.

That behind the mistakes,

behind the silence and the distance,

there’s still a human

who wanted peace more than power,

connection more than control.

I wish for one day

where I’m not the villain in your story,

just a person across the table,

listening,

and finally allowed to speak.