Unread, Message Received.

I didn’t think this day would come—if I’m being honest.

The enmity that’s grown between us?

It’s not modest.

How did we get here?

Why are we still here?

Of all the ways things could break,

losing you was my greatest fear.

Morning, noon, night…

I can’t get you off my mind.

That last phone call—

it didn’t end kind.

Bleak.

Quiet.

A few words,

then nothing.

Message received.

The part that kills me is…

I still care.

Unexpected… but not surprised.

Or am I?

Crying, crying, crying—

praying this is all a lie.

Is this really how our story ends?

No way.

Especially when

we can’t even be friends.

S.