My phone’s face up
on the marble counter.
No notifications.
No small blue bubbles
begging to be opened.
The house hums —
fridge.
dishwasher.
air fryer.
Machines doing their jobs.
I stand at the sink
with the water running
long after the glass is full.
Cold spills over my knuckles.
Steady.
Indifferent.
What if I left it on?
Let it flood the cabinets,
buckle the floors,
swell the doorframes
until nothing closed right again.
What if I walked out
the front door
without my keys?
No note.
No goodbye.
Just absence.
Someone would call.
Eventually.
Or maybe they wouldn’t.
The water would keep running.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I’m just a human trying to make it in this world. I write about heartbreak, loneliness, longing, anger, family—all the things I can’t seem to leave alone. Everything I write is about me, even when it’s about someone else.
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