I’ve traced the weight of words unsaid,
the ones that cut,
the ones that stayed.
I know the ways I did you wrong,
and I know the ways I felt betrayed.
But here we stand,
not lost,
not whole,
with space to mend,
or space to drift.
You’ll try, I’ll try—we’ll see what holds,
and if it doesn’t,
we’ll let it rest.