Today I want you to write a post-script to another poem of yours, or to a person who you won’t name. What wasn’t said? What was left out of the email? What never made it into the goodbye?

Sometimes, survival isn’t a declaration. It’s an afterthought that grows louder with time.

Let it be your footnote to the past. Your quiet rebellion. Your breath after the door closed.

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