07/07/2026
SIXTY SECONDS
It only takes a minute, perhaps even less,
To ask if I'm okay, to ease this emptiness.
A handful of words, a name softly said...
To remind me I still exist inside your head.
But silence arrived where your voice used to be,
Leaving unanswered echoes reaching for me.
I waited through mornings, I waited through nights,
Holding on to hope that slowly lost its light.
You never told me I wasn't enough.
You didn't have to—your silence was rough.
For every second you chose not to stay,
I heard, "You're not worth my time today."
And somehow those words, though never spoken aloud,
Were louder than thunder, more painful, more proud.
I listened to everything you chose not to say,
And watched every promise quietly decay.
So this is my farewell, gentle and true.
I won't ask for moments that burden you.
Keep all your seconds; I'll stop asking why.
If I was never worth even one minute...
Then I won't steal another second of your life.
🥺😢💔
— Poet Rae
❤️🧡💛
