The image haunted her,
twisting inside her
as she convinced herself
it was time to reach out.
She fidgeted with her phone,
fingers dancing over the screen,
torn between the urge to text
and the fear of rejection.
the signal fades | iii
The image haunted her,
twisting inside her
as she convinced herself
it was time to reach out.
She fidgeted with her phone,
fingers dancing over the screen,
torn between the urge to text
and the fear of rejection.