Marginalised

You spoke to everyone but me.

You drew a map of your doubts,

passed it around the room,

asking strangers for directions.

The decision was made in rooms

I was never invited to,

like love was a debate

to be settled by committee.

They gave you answers

that had nothing to do with me.

A shadow passed between faces

that had never seen

the way I held your heart

so gently.

As if they could have known

the quiet, tender whispers

between our

cautious hearts.

You crafted an exit so clean, so neat,

like cutting a thread with scissors,

the ones you’d kept hidden all along.

And the people who advised you?

They never felt a thing.