I really loved you that time.
I really did.
And I thought you loved me back.
But then you ran off with him,
Just like all the other ones will

I stared at the clock—
and it blinked.
Just once.
As if it knew I knew.

Time slipped sideways,
my breath turned slow,
and shadows whispered
where light should go.

Maybe I’m dreaming.
Maybe I’m not.
But the moment paused—
and the silence forgot.

I used a notebook for the first time in days,
Writing about flower bouquets.
Naming all the little plants in my garden,
Ways I could use the clover in my yard,
In an elaborate center piece.