Patience

I told myself I didn’t mind.

Told myself it didn’t matter,

that your absence didn’t sit heavy

on my chest,

that your voice wasn’t the thing

I’d been straining to hear

for days.

I’m good at waiting, you know.

Good at standing in the quiet,

letting it wrap around me

like armor.

Because you’re worth it.

Even when it feels like waiting

is all I’ll ever do.