I don’t say much, but I know you feel it. This thing between us, still breathing, still there. I don’t got the words, not the right ones, anyway. So I sit with it, let it live in the quiet. I wonder if you wonder too, if you’re waiting, watching, Trying to read between my lines, like I do with yours. I don’t wanna lose you, but I don’t know what I can give. Not yet. Maybe not ever. and that thought—it don’t sit right. But I keep showing up, ‘cause I don’t know how to walk away. and maybe, just maybe, You don’t either. I wrote this as a perspective coming from the other side - man