I told you
I would pay your debt…
and give you freedom.
Not
to buy
your love.
Freedom
should never
come with receipts.
But if love never comes…
if my name
never finds a home
in your mouth,
if my absence
feels lighter
than my presence…
then let me remain
the debt
you never finish repaying.
Not in money.
In memory.
In the quiet moments
when freedom asks you
who
paid
its price.



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