• red rope on three branch

    Red flags we call fine

    I wanted to write a reminder of reasons I walked away from you, to put shape to the silence that my actions always spoke through. Sometimes when it’s time to explain the why, I never quite play the part, my words fall short of the feeling so I let quiet rest in my heart. And that silence? It echoes louder than anything I could say or do, a punishment in stillness more honest than disagreeing with you. We were never meant to happen, that should’ve been my first sign; a red flag I held like a secret, saw it waving, then called it fine. I ignored it without reason, a…