M I A

I got a text from my friend today,

asking why I have been M I A

 

I put my phone down,

hug myself–

arms limp

like two white flags draped over my shoulders

cease fire-

 

please

can we stop pretending

I am okay?

 

pretense is not a language I speak

but M I A

mia was learned recently

M I A

mitigate ill assumptions

move intentionally along eggshells

marinate in acceptance of self

meaning

I

am

just trying to spare you from my Emotions

because they are always hungry

for bridges to burn

and we are not inflammable

 

so yes, I ignored your text

but

I am not missing,

on nights like this I find myself

in our memories– recognizing myself in late night

debates, shared meals, long hugs and promises

not to judge-

because love is not good or bad,

and I love you

you are part of me, the same way a tree grows

in rings,

I spin your words ’round in my head

when my skin feels thin,

yes, I ignored your text

I am busy

not pretending

I am ok

 

M I A

mia is not a bad thing

and you are never missing from me

friend

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