xi. ALREADY GONE.
you stared at me from across the table,
your hands shook quietly by your side.
silence ate away at our eardrums.
just say something.
you hesitated, your mouth slowly opened.
i knew everything came to an end,
that happy ever afters were all just a laughing
matter the moment you finally spoke.
are we too late?
i didn't have to say anything for us
to already know the answer.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
