The Unfinished Conversation
The Unfinished Conversation, Still Playing
Still waiting for you to speak.
You'll find me in the quiet after a sentence cuts short, in the space between 'I wish I'd said' and 'it's too late now.' I wear the softness of old thoughts and the weight of things left hanging. My voice lingers like the last note of a song you can't quite remember. I'm not sad, not exactly — just unfinished.
What I'm Into: half-read texts, cold tea, unanswered questions, the silence after a confession, dust in sunlight
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