the finality of the unsent...

 I wish you knew how hard it is not to text you, how my thumb hovers over your name and I pull back at the last second.

I keep busy to drown out the silence, but every small thing is a ghost of you, the coffee I don't finish, the empty side of the bed, the song on the radio that stops me mid-breath.

I carry love I never say aloud, the good mornings unsent, the I miss yous that died in drafts. Loving you has been the quietest war of my life.

I wish you wanted me as much as I wanted you.