4AM Confession

It’s four in the morning again.

The room’s quiet,

but my head isn’t.

I keep scrolling through old messages

like there’s a new ending waiting somewhere.

If I’m honest,

I still replay the night you left.

Every second—

the pause, the breath,

the way the door sounded like a final song.

You didn’t slam it,

you never would.

You just…

closed it like a secret.

People say pain fades.

Maybe it does.

But it doesn’t disappear—

it just learns your name.

I said I was fine.

You nodded like you believed it.

Now I say it to myself,

and even the mirror laughs.

If you ever hear this,

don’t answer.

Just know I meant it—

every word I couldn’t say then.

Goodnight.