I waited so I could learn the map of your excuses. I waited so that when you finally looked at me— really looked — I would have the evidence. I would have the receipts of every night you came home hollow, every "I'm tired" that meant "I'm tired of you," every touch that felt like a goodbye.
I waited through the long afternoons when your shadow was longer than your patience. I waited through the texts you left on read, through the promises you swallowed like bad wine. I became an expert in the geometry of your back— the way it turned from me in that bed, a curve of marble, cold and magnificent. angela white i waited
I waited. But the train has left the station. And you are standing alone on the platform, holding a ticket with an expired date. I waited so I could learn the map of your excuses