We talked to fill with sound the void of our silence
And we didn’t say anything

We were overdue
By eight years
Eight months
Nineteen days
Eleven hours

Yet we said “I love you”
Like we said “Good morning”
“Have a nice day”
“The weather is shit”

Empty words
Empty days

Emptiness

And the end came
It was always there
Waiting to happen

There was nothing to save
We knew it
There was nothing to begin with
At all

She left
Haven’t seen her since
That day
When we actually talked