I wrote it out all the way—
didn’t rush, didn’t fade.
Every word had its place.
I stopped before send.
Unsent.
I fixed the lines, cut the doubt,
left the parts I meant.
Read it back once more—still didn’t press it.
Unsent.
It wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t late—just nowhere to land.
Some things are clear
only when they stay.
Unsent.
I closed the app slowly,
like that would help.
The words stayed with me,not you.
Unsent.
I didn’t save a draft this time.
I let it go in my head.
If it mattered, it already did.
Unsent.
