The Last Fold

Today,

I blocked a man who forgot my worth.

Took a long breath…

And let the weight of last year roll off my shoulders.

Part of me—

yeah, that soft part—

wanted to reach out one more time.

But the stronger side?

The side that knows better?

Said:

Let him feel the emptiness he created.

Because the day you made me an option,

when I handed you the whole table to sit at,

should’ve been the day I closed the door behind me.

You forgot how to check in,

but never forgot how to check what you were missing.

And me?

I stayed longer than wisdom said.

I stayed louder than silence deserved.

I stayed—

not because I was weak,

but because grown women don’t fold.

But you?

You’re used to the ones who leave you guessing.

The ones who show up broken

and leave you even more undone.

You got comfortable.

Thought I’d always be standing there,

door wide, arms open.

But this time?

I moved different.

This time,

I made room for someone who moves with purpose.

Someone sure.

Someone steady.

Someone who knew—

I wasn’t a convenience.

I was a calling.

So save your sorrys.

Save your hindsight.

I’m saving my peace.

You gambled and lost.

Chin up. Chest out.

Wasn’t that what you said a real man does?

Yeah.

Exactly.

Game over.

I’m out.

~Kae Jaye~