The Debt Freedom Remembers

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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