No Invoice
Track 16 - June 1, 2025 1:26 AM
I did not send the bill.

I did not circle the total at the bottom of what I gave.

There was no tax on tenderness,

no interest charged on patience,

no due date printed on the hours I spent thinking of you.


I loved you in full.

Even when you were partial.

Even when your silence echoed louder than your voice used to.


And when I left,

I didn’t slam the door.

I folded the note I never sent,

pressed it into the corner of my memory,

and walked out softly,

not because you deserved my softness,

but because I did.


Love from one to another

does not entitle the lover to the beloved.

That is a rule I learned slowly,

with shaking hands and a heart that refused to harden.


I gave.

You didn’t ask.

And still

I do not regret the giving.