The Ride Back Home

One day, I will just go.

No note.

No message.

No goodbye.

I won’t scream. I won’t cry. I won’t explain.

I’ll just disappear.. like I was never a chapter in your story.

Just a forgotten paragraph that meant everything to me, and nothing to you.

And you’ll wonder.

You’ll scroll through our old texts.

You’ll call, maybe once, maybe a hundred times.

You’ll look at my photos. Stare at them like they might blink back.

You’ll ask yourself..what happened?

What did you say?

What did you do?

Where did it all go wrong?

And still, you won’t remember.

You won’t remember what you said while we rode back home that day.

But I do.

I remember every word.

I remember how casual it was.

How your voice didn’t even flinch.

Like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing.

It was everything.

You said it like you were tossing out trash,

and I caught it like it was a bullet.

And it stayed there.

In me.

Buried.

Rotting.

Growing roots into the corners of my self-worth.

And you went on.

You laughed that evening. You slept well.

You woke up the next morning.

But I didn’t.

I stayed in that moment..trapped, crushed, invisible.

And still smiled at you the next day.

Still picked up your calls.

Still said “I love you” with a shaking voice you never cared to notice.

That’s the thing, isn’t it?

You don’t know the weight of your words.

You don’t know that while you were just....talking,

you were building the reason I would one day leave.

And when I do..

When there’s no trace of me..

You’ll ask the world for answers.

But you’ll never think of that one ride home.

That one sentence.

Those few seconds that changed everything for me, and nothing for you.

Because that’s how it is.

Some people move on like nothing happened.

Others carry the ghosts forever.

And when I finally find the strength to walk away,

you’ll be left in the ruins of something you never thought you were breaking.

And I will no longer be there

to 

explain the moment

you made me feel so small

I never came back!!