10/07/2026
Nobody sees the extra few minutes
I sit in the car
before I go inside.
Nobody sees me talking to you
out loud
when I'm alone in the house.
Nobody sees me checking your old messages
just to hear how you used to talk.
The way you said my name.
The way you texted "ok" like it annoyed you.
The dumb stuff.
The ordinary stuff.
That's the stuff I go back to.
People would call that unhealthy.
Stuck.
A sign I need to move on.
They don't get to decide that.
Those messages are mine.
The minutes in the car are mine.
Talking to you when no one's listening
is mine.
I don't owe anyone an explanation
for how I keep you close.
If sitting in my car for five extra minutes
is what gets me through the door....
I'm sitting in the car.
If reading your old texts
is what gets me through the night...
I'm reading them.
Nobody else has to understand it.
It's not for them.
It was never for them.