#Was I Just a Draft?

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serene slate
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I wonder
if you ever freeze mid-laugh
because something in the air
sounds like my name.

If you ever unlock your phone
and for one reckless second
hope it’s me —
before remembering
you taught yourself
not to.

I wonder
if the night ever turns against you
the way it sometimes turns against me —
when the ceiling feels too close
and the past crawls back
without asking permission.

Do you ever reread us?

Not the fights.
Not the endings.
But the parts where we built a world
out of late-night typing dots
and half-written promises.

Or did you delete it all
like wiping fingerprints
off a crime scene?

You said you found something stable.
I keep thinking about that word.

Stable.

Like I was a storm.
Like I was a phase.
Like I was something you survived
instead of someone you loved.

Is he still there?
The one who replaced the chaos with calm?
Does he know how easily
you close doors?

Or did he, too,
become another bookmark
you forgot inside a story
you stopped caring about?

Tell me —
when you said goodbye,
did your hands shake
even a little?

Because mine did.

Mine felt like I was
cutting off a limb
and pretending it was discipline.

I wonder
if I was ever real to you
or just convenient.
A voice to fill the silence.
A heart to lean on
until you felt steady enough
to walk away.
Was I just
emotional shelter
during your bad weather?

Because I stayed
through your storms
like a lighthouse
that didn’t know
it was never meant to be kept.

And sometimes
the most unbearable thought is this:
What if you never miss me
the way I miss you?

What if I was just
a chapter you skimmed
while I was reading you
like scripture?

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You called it friendship.
I called it something sacred.
Maybe that’s where we broke.

I don’t text you.
I don’t reach out.
I don’t reopen the wound.

But there are nights
when my chest feels heavy
with unsent messages
that will never find you.

And I sit there,
biting my nails,
wondering —

If I walked past you today,
would your heart recognize me?

Or would I just be
another character
from an old draft
you were brave enough
to delete?

And the cruelest part?

I still don’t know
if I miss you…

or the version of me
who believed
I meant something permanent
in your story.

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serene slate
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@serene slate Really to say Adarsh, I admire your thoughts presented in the poem but it's more a bit like a short story cause it lacks a rhythm and tone, it's great to read but try to give it a flow while you write 😉😻
Btw what you wrote is great 😃

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