I lost 35 pounds
the moment I stopped carrying
the weight of your indecision.
Turns out your silence
was the heaviest thing in the room.
You always said
you were “working on yourself” —
but healing leaves a lighter mark
than guilt.
And darling,
it shows.
Grief left my body
like sweat in confession.
But yours?
Yours settled in —
hidden in meds,
numbed with wine,
camouflaged by quick decisions
that looked like love
but felt like escape.
The truth has mass.
So do the consequences.
And you do not wear it well.