The End

You came
With barely a whisper
But then
You left
With the force
Of a hurricane

Which was unlike you
Always so quiet
And reserved
Except
For when you were chastising me
And at the end
You were shouting
More than ever
More than anything
You were screaming
Your muffled cries
That I could never
Quite
Hear

And yet still
We spoke in whispers
To these screaming fears
We calmed them
Calmed ourselves
And alone
In the dark
Proceeded to fall apart
Unable to see
Each other
's pieces
Broken
And building a wall
Between
You
And
Me

Now
Sometimes
I wish you were dead
So that you wouldn't seem
So hard
To reach
Sometimes
All alone in my head
I entertain a slight dream
I draw the line
And I dream of crossing it

I dream
Of you
Somehow coming
Across these words
These words
That weren't made for breath
I dream of this
And yet
I somehow hope
That it never
Ever
Comes
To be
But please
Lead me not
Into temptation
I can find it on my own

These words are meant for
Me
And
Me
Alone
And not your hushed whispers
Or sobbing cries
May you choke
On all words but these
May I never
Hear you
Say them

But still
In this lamentation
Of loneliness
The silence
Is deafening





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