FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?
Silence.
This silence is so intimidating
It fills every corner of my mind.
Silence.
You broke the contact
Before I unpacked my bags.
Silence.
Haven’t we made love
Just 72 hours ago?
Silence.
You cried in my arms
The night before I left.
Silence.
A loud herald
Of your decision.
Silence.
Not even the sound
Of closing doors behind you.
Just silence.