Busy

I cleared the hours, And folded the day around you. Set aside the small things that keep life buzzing. Just to hold a space where you and I could breathe.

But you came with a shrug, a half smile and those words that bruise soft places “too busy.”

Funny how clocks never seem to tick against you . How minutes bend and stretch when it’s someone else you’re choosing.

And I with empty hands and waiting eyes, learn again that not all sacrifices are noticed, and not every heart beats in rhythm with mine.

Still, I carry the silence you left, and wonder how heavy your busyness must be to outweigh the weight of being wanted.