There’s an inevitable moment that arrives
with everyone you’ve ever loved.
After all the late nights,
the phone calls,
a scroll of endless messages.
It comes after sharing secrets in the early hours
trading laughter and tears,
discussing joy and hate,
building each other up when they’re down,
loving their good days and caring on bad ones.
You give of yourself.
your secret desires,
everything you’ve lived through in a day.
Then it happens.
The words that can’t be unsaid.
The moment that can’t be taken back.
You feel it in your chest,
something breaks inside.
A hairline fracture in the tenuous connection
to the trust you’d held for them.
You’d gone against your instincts
(keep it to yourself,
you’re too damaged,
they won’t be able to handle it,
just pretend to be whole),
reeled out your fears and love and trust,
wrapped them around this person who cared,
just to watch them cut the string
and feel yourself blown away
like dust in an icy breeze.
You did not deserve to be dismissed.