Wasted Miles

I walked the miles you wouldn’t tread,

Carried love you left unsaid.

Each step a hope, each pause a plea,

You froze mid-step, lost in stale air.

I stitched my silence into thread,

While you spun lies instead of care.

I held the weight, I bore the cost

You called it love, I call it loss.

You watched me burn and stayed composed,

Turned every open door you closed.

I gave you grace you didn’t earn,

And waited long past my own turn.

You never asked, you never stayed,

Just watched the debt I slowly paid.

And when I broke, you turned your face

As if you’d never known the place.

Now every mile I walked for you

Feels poisoned, blackened, cracked in two.

Not every path is paved with worth

Some roads just rot back into earth.

So keep your silence, keep your pride,

I’ll keep the truths you tried to hide.

A lesson scorched in brutal style:

Not every mile is worth the mile...

Nidal Sati

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