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What keeps them up at night

They think of the message they never sent.

Of all the versions of it they wrote and rewrote in their mind at 2:34 a.m. --
some blunt and righteous, others trembling with softness,
and still, they said nothing.

They wonder if it was pride that held them back,
or fear, or something harder to name.

They replay the moment they should have said it,
like a stuck melody
looping in a part of the mind that never truly rests.

And there,
in the silence they helped build,
their heart talks back to them.
Not kindly.
Not cruelly.
But honestly.

"Would it even matter now?" they ask themselves.
"Would you even read it?"