maybe you are
“maybe you are,
or maybe not.
if you’re behind the door—
maybe
i don’t wanna know.
if i open it
and find you sitting there,
i might never open it at all.
i’d sit in silence,
rest my head against the wood,
and breathe in the maybe
like it’s more real
than goodbye.
the chance of you being close
is smaller
than the echo of you being here.
your coming
was always yours,
but your staying—
that would be mine.
maybe you are there.
maybe you’re not.
but all that matters
is that i don’t want to know.
i don’t want to learn
if it’s truly you
waiting for me—
or just my broken heart
pretending
you still would.”