When she shattered the last dinner plate on the kitchen floor,
She stopped breathing, the question was a scratch in her throat.
She said, “Do you even love me anymore?”
The words were as sharp as the shards now hiding behind table legs and cabinets.
He looked at her, his eyes quiet and graceful, his mouth holding the answer like a prison holds a murderer, afraid That releasing the sound would break much more than the silence.
He could hear her heart pulsing, every beat like another whisper of the conversation they hadn't had, and with Every contraction another swallowed scream that she buried into her heart.
And he wondered how a chest could hold a broken heart and how could the eyes hold so many tears and how could the mind hold such an emotional hurricane.
Without looking at her, he said, “no.”
She didn’t break like the silence...
She didn’t shatter like the dinner plates...
She didn't cause destruction like the hurricane...
She just closed her eyes, let the tears flow out and walked away with her broken heart...
She stopped breathing, the question was a scratch in her throat.
She said, “Do you even love me anymore?”
The words were as sharp as the shards now hiding behind table legs and cabinets.
He looked at her, his eyes quiet and graceful, his mouth holding the answer like a prison holds a murderer, afraid That releasing the sound would break much more than the silence.
He could hear her heart pulsing, every beat like another whisper of the conversation they hadn't had, and with Every contraction another swallowed scream that she buried into her heart.
And he wondered how a chest could hold a broken heart and how could the eyes hold so many tears and how could the mind hold such an emotional hurricane.
Without looking at her, he said, “no.”
She didn’t break like the silence...
She didn’t shatter like the dinner plates...
She didn't cause destruction like the hurricane...
She just closed her eyes, let the tears flow out and walked away with her broken heart...
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