Slice
Track 8 - May 3 , 2025 11:38 PM
I told myself

I wouldn’t want the whole thing

until I was ready.

Until life was lined up,

neatly,

adult-like.


But then she came

As the slice

I didn’t know I was hungry for.


Just enough

to taste what I’d been missing.

Not enough

to keep me full.



Some part of me

is still sitting with that slice

not asking for more,

just remembering the taste.




I told myself

I’d wait.

Until the dust settled.

Until I knew who I was.

Until the timing made sense.


And then she showed up

not in the script,

but too vivid to ignore.


I followed the story

even when I couldn’t see the ending.

Even when the pages

started writing themselves.


Now, the story’s paused.

The inks dried up.

And I’m left

not craving a sequel,

not hunting for a rewrite,

just…

staring at the blank space

after the last line.