I see you ain't saving those texts anymore. I see you are just replying to my texts these days. I see you disappear when the sun rises. I see you aren't there even at 3am. I see you're fading.
So remember, we writers notice everything. Even the tiniest bits.
We dont say it out aloud, we write it out.
For others to hear, maybe.
For letting it out, maybe.
I see you disappear, dissolve in the crowd; again.
I notice it all.
But this time, I ain't waiting for you.
I ain't desperately waiting for you to text back.
I ain't trying to seek your attention, in any way.
I let go. I'm busy working on myself.