What Healing Doesn’t Look Like

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.