Hey... How are you? Are you good? I know you must be mad at me— Aren’t you? I’m sorry. Please… Text me. I write to you, but you never write back. Each message sinks like stones in water, You know I miss you. You know I’m sorry. You must know… Please— just once. Answer me. Tell me you hate me. Tell me it’s over. Tell me I meant nothing. Just don’t leave me in this waiting room of unsent closure. I text you every day. Tell you all the little things. What I eat. What I dream. What I can't say out loud. But I’m tired now. Of speaking into silence. You left. I couldn’t save you. I wasn’t enough. And I’m sorry. But it’s still... Unread. Now I know. Your silence wasn’t rejection. It was the echo of goodbye. But still, I wait, I hope… Maybe one day, my heart will learn to leave those messages unread too.