the phone buzzes again and again
a leash tied to my quiet moments
connection turned into a heavy chain
they ask why i didn’t reply sooner
the silence between words is gold
but no one wants to hear silence
if i don’t call it must mean war
if i pause it must mean betrayal
love measured by blinking screens
attention stretched thin like thread
is it my job to always be reachable
to prove my care with constant answers
i choose the art of stepping back
to reclaim moments that feel whole
no answer does not mean no love
silence is still made of love too