Slowburn

i saw it coming
like smoke before the fire,
thin, almost nothing,
easy to ignore

you disappeared in pieces
a day here
a week there
returning with soft apologies
like they could glue time back together

i learned your silence
better than your voice

i waited
like it meant something
like patience could turn absence
into love

you said it was who you are
that distance is how you care
and i tried to believe
that being left on read
was a form of affection

but love shouldn’t feel
like guessing
or checking a screen
for proof i still exist

i kept shrinking
to fit into your absence
calling it understanding
calling it enough

it wasn’t

this isn’t a fire
it’s a slowburn
that never warms
only consumes

and i think
i’ve been burning alone

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