You think you won—
like love was something
you could catch in the act
and call yours again.
Like finding out
made you powerful,
like ending it
made you right.
But this was never
about you.
Not really.
It was about two people
trying to breathe
in places
that felt like suffocation.
You didn’t save anything.
You just exposed it.
Pulled the curtain back
on something
that was already broken
long before I ever showed up.
And now you get to keep it—
the version of him
that stays,
the life that looks intact
from the outside.
But I knew
what it felt like underneath.
The distance.
The silence.
The parts of him
that didn’t belong there anymore.
So no—
you didn’t take something from me.
You just held onto something
I already knew
I couldn’t keep.
Through the Fog 