Tummy Hurts

 

While she slept, he returned, 

not as the man she used to hold, but as a feeling she never truly let go of.

In her dream, he didn't ask for forgiveness or closure…

He simply looked at her and whispered,

"Do you still think of me?"

She didn't answer right away.

But this time, her silence wasn't soft—

it was heavy with mood and everything she had once swallowed just to stay kind. 

No longer blood in her mouth… she cries back  “Why should I? 

You left me in the middle of the road, asked me to keep walking as if my heart hadn't just shattered. I don't think of you with longing anymore. I think of how quiet my soul will become once the spaces are void from where your love will no longer live."

She looked at him, but not with anger, instead with a sadness she had learned to carry- the kind that visits late at night, dressed as old memories.

"You're not the warmth in my smile anymore, but some days, I still think about how safe it felt to love you…

I miss the way you made me feel seen, the way you spoiled me with attention, how the world paused when you looked at me.

I don't wish you back, but I do miss what we were and I guess that's just the kind of ache I'Il carry forever."

And with only a kiss on his cheek, she stands to him, rising to her tippiest of toes and whispers in his ear, “You had access to a version of me you’ll never see again.”

Some goodbyes don't come with closure-just quiet acceptance of the love that once was.

*Tummy Hurts- Renee Rapp  🎶*