Silence.
The only reciprocated action remaining
between us.
Glances with flushed cheeks and droopy eyes,
lacking the twinkle of an invigorating spark
I once felt.
Subtle touches struggle to rekindle
The extinguished flame.

“It’s over.”
A phrase never spoken,
Lingering mutually on our lips.
Emotion fills me
The warmth of salty liquid fills my glazed, olive eyes,
trickling down my fevered cheeks.
Heartache tackles me, resting firmly on my shoulders.
Feeble and utterly crushed,
My breath leaves me.
Sleep ecompasses me, providing an escape from the harsh reality
Plaguing me.

My mind is a cinema.
Endless film reels of precious memories
Containing laughter, love.

My mind forcibly flashes back to that fateful day.
Snow fell, the chill of winter caressed me.
Our hushed voices broke the frigid silence.
A warm embrace,
Effortlessly.
An inevitable connection.
A desire for companionship.

“It’s over.”
A jolt back to present time.
“It’s over.”
Echoes in my mind.
Pain of a once broken heart,
Now held together by the sheer strength of a band-aid.
It’s over.