we never really spoke much
just
uttered actions
communed in caresses
whispered in gentle embraces
love
never left your lips
but I swore I felt it
once
twice
maybe
silence
screamed the loudest
a reply
three days late
emotions drifting
too quiet to catch
so they fell
into miscommunication
and unlived expectations
maybe there’s too much to say
maybe there’s nothing at all
either way
my skin rattles
with the sound of broken bones
I want to tell you
how my heart shattered
like a vase on tile
but even if I did
would it matter?
we never really spoke much
and now
we don’t speak
at all
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Lolly Vieira
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Damn you are on a roll! Love this!