07/27/2025
I ran the long way home—not because I’m lost,but because I know the echoalways finds the quietest roads. It’s not your name I’m fleeing,not exactly.It’s the shape of it,half-swallowed in the throat of wallsthat once heard you promiseto stay. Shoes untied.Breath sharp.I don’t look back.Not even when the pavement…...
I ran the long way home—not because I’m lost,but because I know the echoalways finds the quietest roads. It’s not your name I’m fleeing,not exactly.It’s the shape of it,half-swallowed in the throat…