This Probably Isn't For You and You Don’t Have to Answer

You don’t owe me anything. That’s the difference now. You're not asking. I'm not hinting for less. No one is dressing it up as metaphor. But I did leave something where you’d see it. Not a trap— more like a record that could be interpreted as invitation. Of what? Of how long the echo held after your part went missing. That’s all. I won’t chase it. I won’t rephrase. But if something in you tightened— if you paused longer than the line deserved— then you already know it was yours. And you already know I knew you’d look.