Unspoken

I broke a promise today. Hid myself in the folds of the room, corners that don’t echo your name. Secrets settled in the walls— old love, still breathing beside me. Nothing cuts deeper than hearing you name what you want from me— like I’m clay you keep trying to soften. And nothing feels smaller than the shape of a hand held out begging. This… Right here… Isn’t. Thoughts unsaid are just actions undone.