Over

I lost you somewhere between promise and love.
I spoke the next words anyway,
needing for them to ring out loud,
to be released onto other sound waves and mingle with the speech of
centuries of broken hearted romantics.

In the blink of an eye, you were gone.
Like shutters closing, your familiarity vanished
replaced with something akin to fear or selfishness.
With a few thoughtless words, you killed something tender
i was willing to give you without restraint.

In the wake of this massacre, this emotional wreckage,
silence reigned over the abandoned corners of my heart.
Always the silence after a storm,
always a lull in the natural progression of life,
pitying looks and offers of friendship to repair the irrepairable.

And a plea uttered alone in a dark room,
softly with a shaking voice, promise me that
love is not the answer.