Between Bruises & Blooms

You kept waiting
for me to beg.

Every goodbye
was another test,
another hook
cast into water
you thought I'd never leave.

You mistook
my silence
for longing.

You mistook
my healing
for another game.

The truth?

One day
the love simply packed its bags,
looked around
at the wreckage,
and quietly left.

You never noticed.