White I Waited Repack - Angela

I waited. But the train has left the station. And you are standing alone on the platform, holding a ticket with an expired date.

So here I am. Not angry. Not weeping. Just… finished. The clock has struck its final hour. You are late, Angela White. You are not just late for dinner. You are late for us . angela white i waited

Angela White, I waited. Now watch me go. I waited

I waited until the waiting turned into watching. And the watching turned into seeing. And seeing? Seeing is the end of love. So here I am

And now? Now you’re surprised. You stand there in the doorway, Angela White, looking like a photograph of something I used to love. You say, "I didn't think you had it in you." You say, "Why now?"

I could have left a thousand times. The first time you pulled the sheets over your head and built a wall out of silence. The second time you chose a party, a paycheck, a nothing over the quiet storm brewing in our kitchen. I could have walked out into the rain and never looked back.

I waited so I could learn the map of your excuses. I waited so that when you finally looked at me— really looked — I would have the evidence. I would have the receipts of every night you came home hollow, every "I'm tired" that meant "I'm tired of you," every touch that felt like a goodbye.