My soliloquy
You stayed, through it all.
When easier versions of me left, you stayed.
I bow now, not in defeat, but in recognition. You did not fail me.
You held long enough for me to learn how to let go.
What comes next isn’t yours to carry.
You’ve earned the stillness.
I’ll take it from here.
These bones— cracked, bruised, stubborn—
They carried me farther than I ever thanked them for.
They carried grief. They carried noise. They carried nights that shouldn’t have started, that had no business ending.
Rest now.
I’m moving on—
because you made it possible.
Sorry about all the bills.
