READ AT 2:14 AM

I sent you a message.

“I miss you… How are you?”

It wasn’t anything special.

But it took me days to send it.

Because you once told me

I was special to you.

That I always would be.

So I believed it.

I waited.

Minutes.

Hours.

Until I saw it.

Read.

And below it…

“Seen at 2:14 AM.”

And I understood something quiet:

Sometimes silence is an answer too.

and it's a powerful one.