The ear piercing silence of having
said too much hangs over our heads.
That last word fell, dragging with it
a love that we placed too high on a pedestal.
I tap my nails in a vain attempt
to drown it out.
We submit to quiet shame and
wonder when it got this bad.
You sigh and turn on SportsCenter.
I flip thru an outdated Rolling Stone.
I watch helplessly as the remains of our love
slip like shadows thru my fingers.
Dark as misery.
Incomprehensible as air.