Unfinished Business

There's silence in the mirror, where I've left pieces of me. Unfinished,

undone, a reckoning waiting to be. It's the love I never gave

to the stranger in my skin. The voice I quieted when it whispered

from within. I kept running from the wounds I made, from the truth

I never said. It's unfinished business, the love we couldn't save. Half-lived,

half-dead in the shadows that we made. If healing has a witness,

then maybe it is time to face the parts we buried and rewrite what's

still mine. And then there's you, the love we tried to grow.