Heavy

When concern becomes a cage

I tense.
The message pops up.
What will it be today?

Undertones of love
unravel in a mix of concern.
To what end, I think.
When will it end, I think.

What's been said and sent,
What's been pushed upon me.
It's a never-ending spiral—
A constant downward slope.

You said it ended with her.
You lied.
Or maybe you can't see it—
The way she couldn't either…