monday 29.05

I heard your tears through the phone. Your 'I'm so sorry's' spoke volume. In this case your words were action, what you didn't say and the excuses: too much surface chatter, too many excuses. The call you will make tomorrow, when your tomorrow comes, will not be answered. Your self-created vortex spinning inward is unwise and addictive. But I am not your addiction, your addict and I have told you before, wishing not to tell you again, as the now silence I crave. Our chapter I have closed with courage and respect and if you had only listened, actively... you would have known that my whispers of sweet nothings were a goodbye to what once possibly was.