you said maybe spring
i booked the table for two
now the date sits hollow
on a screen i cant undo
your flights were never bought
the city map stays clean
i trace the route each evening
to a place weve never been
but your typing dots appear
then vanish like a sigh
and i hold my breath for something
that youve already denied
the read receipt says nothing
but it screams inside my head
i thought this was a maybe
you meant it as goodbye instead
so i wait for just one word
a yes that never lands
you called it being kind
i called it holding hands
i asked about the time change
you answered with a pause
i sent a photo of the harbor
you left it blank because
the restaurant still calls me
with a voice i recognize
it whispers our tomorrows
through a strangers empty eyes
maybe love is just a language
that we spoke in different tones
you said we dont fit together
and i heard it as a poem
every plan i built was fragile
every hope was just a guess
you were never going to leave me
i was never going to confess
the read receipt says nothing
but it screams inside my head
i thought this was a maybe
you meant it as goodbye instead
so i wait for just one word
a yes that never lands
you called it being kind
i called it holding hands
