Finality (4:00 PM)

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I flip thru an outdated Rolling Stone.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.

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