Misread

It's not the quiet that's killing me

It's not knowing what you're thinking

I'll hold my own thoughts for the time being

Lost a firm grasp now I'm barely clinging

To what's left of what I would have said

If you hadn't left me on misread

We'd be together instead of pretending we're impervious

Like we're prepared for this kind of impermanence

Almost but not quite entirely unlike me to leave

At most out of spite inspired by pre-emptive worrying