Libra

Sometimes you know what you need to say to someone weeks before you understand why you need to say it. The words sit in your mouth like stones, too heavy and too sharp, waiting for the right moment that keeps not coming. You rehearse conversations that never happen, draft texts that never send, plan phone calls that never get made. But the knowing was real even when the timing was wrong, and now the space between what you understood and what you were ready to voice has become its own kind of loss. The thing you were protecting by waiting was the very thing the waiting destroyed.