Between Bruises & Blooms

For weeks,

my phone felt
like a graveyard.

Every notification
made my heart jump.

Every silence
buried you deeper.

I kept checking
your name

as if wanting hard enough
could make it appear.

As if love
could drag someone
back through a screen.

Then one morning,

I woke up
and didn’t check.

Made coffee.

Opened the curtains.

Fed the house.

Lived an entire hour
before realizing

I hadn’t wondered
where you were.

And God,

what a strange kind
of freedom.

There was no grand moment.

No dramatic goodbye.

Just one ordinary morning
when missing you
forgot to wake up with me.

That’s when I knew.

I wasn’t waiting anymore.