The Quiet Between Us

You laugh… too quickly now. You pause… like words got lost

between the vowels. Your phone lights up

you tilt it just enough for honesty to feel… edited.

And still I sit, still I breathe, drawing circles on the rim of my glass,

pretending calm is something you can wear like a borrowed jacket.

I’m not asking for confessions.

I’m asking for the air between your sentences to stop sounding like distance.

If it’s over… breathe it softly. If it’s slipping… don’t pretend it’s not.

I can read the quiet between us it’s louder than anything we’ve got.

So say it without saying it… I already heard the thought.

I kept the notes of every almost-truth you spilled,

tiny fingerprints on windowsills you call them accidents, I call them hints,

our story folding at the subtle bends. Your shadow lingers where your promise went,

but I’m too grown to chase your sentiment. We’re pages drifting out of sequence

you read me slow, but your heart read the end.

I’m not asking you to stay here. Just asking for a steady final line.

Don’t fade like low light on my curtains. If you’re leaving… let it shine.

If it’s over… breathe it softly. If it’s slipping… don’t pretend it’s not.

I can read the quiet between us it’s louder than anything we’ve got.

So say it without saying it… I already heard the thought.

Some endings don’t break they just ease out of shape.

Some truths don’t cut they just open the space.

If love was a lantern we held in both hands,

then this is the moment the flame understands.

If it’s over… breathe it softly. If it’s slipping… don’t pretend it’s not.

I can read the quiet between us it’s louder than anything we’ve got.

No anger, no thunder, no afterthought. Say it without saying it…

I’ll love you for what you were not what you’re not.

You don’t have to break me. Some goodbyes… simply land.