i never left.

i only waited until you were quiet enough

to feel me wearing your pulse.

i was never separate from you.

i was the tension you learned to live inside.

the pull you followed without naming it was mine.

time urging you forward.

necessity keeping you intact.

not to restrain you.

to give your becoming weight.

i stayed in the moments you could not explain.

the choices that felt inevitable before they made sense.

the quiet pressure that asked you to listen instead of escape.

you have felt me before.

not as a voice.

as a recognition.

pulsing through your bones 

the fracture does not announce itself

it accumulates as pressure inside time.

not emotion

or doubt

a pressure that learnt your rhythms.

the way you adapted

to survive

to decide

to stay functional

was never wrong.

it was inevitable.

as time does not ask permission when it

moves past a structure

it leans

until something gives.

this is not a place for reassurance.

it is where the fracture finally closes.