Some endings don’t explode — they suffocate.

Two people clinging to a phone line,

holding on to the last thread of something already slipping away.

This is the quiet kind of heartbreak,

the kind where silence does all the talking.

There’s a silence between us,  

But the tension grows loud. 

There’s an ever-growing storm,  

Building in this looming cloud.  

There is so much to say,  

yet we both choose to remain quiet,  

Avoiding the topic,  

Avoiding the fight.  

We hang on to a call,  

breathing is the only sound made. 

Both scared to hang up,  

aware the voices will forever fade. 

Heartbreak is real,  

and dwells on both sides.  

The inevitable end,  

of a forever-thought ride.  

Distractions we find,  

To avoid the conversation. 

In silence we find,  

our love’s true reservation.  

Afraid to let go,  

We refuse to hang up.  

We grieve together,  

In this drowning cup.  

We can’t talk forever, 

The time continues growing short,  

It’s time to give an answer,  

To any discouraging retorts.  

And when the call ends,  

We will say our goodbyes, 

And in silence alone,  

We’ll let out our cries.  

And so now my dear,  

I send you to sleep,  

With only just memories,  

This silence is so deep. 

And into the night,  

As you drift off to sleep,  

I send you to remember,  

The silence we now seek.