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I flip thru an outdated Rolling Stone.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.