You always come back.
Not always at the right time,
not always with the right words,
but somehow… you return.
And every time, it feels familiar.
Comforting, even.
Like something unfinished
finally continuing again.
But it never really continues, does it?
It just pauses…
and resumes…
and pauses again.
You don’t explain where you’ve been.
You don’t explain what changed.
You just come back
as if nothing ever needed to be said.
And for a long time, I accepted that.
I accepted your returns
as a form of care.
But coming back is not the same as staying.
And presence, without consistency,
is not the same as commitment.
So this time, I see it differently.
Not every return
is an invitation to begin again.
Sometimes, it’s just a reminder
of a cycle
that needs to end.
/@#Jinkspire
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