But I could never do the same to you. I folded my words into paper aeroplanes; starch white and devoid of any lingering apathy, to cut through the white noise. You hung yours like fairy lights, before soaking them in acid and watching them dissolve into the midnight air. You might have meant them in the moment, but you took them back without even the whisper of a shadow, leaving me to wonder whether I had conjured them up in your absence; a desperate and final attempt to keep you alive.
