The Friend Who Came for Coffee

I left the house

for coffee.

Not forever.

Not to disappear.

Not because
I loved you less.

Simply because

I am still allowed

to exist

outside
someone else’s loneliness.

But somehow

my afternoon

became

your abandonment.

My laughter

became

your rejection.

And I learned

that some people
mistake your independence

for betrayal.

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