It's Over

The blur. The speed. The silence.
“We’re over. It’s over.”
Simple words. Yet so hard to comprehend.
What did I do wrong? Is she over reacting again?
“We can’t be over. This is us we’re talking about! Things will be better in the morning.”
“No they won’t. This time it’s for real. We’re done. We’ll be done in the morning.”
Silence. Tears roll down his face.
“This is for real?”
“Yeah. This time it’s for real. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
The words repeat in his head. More tears stream down his face. The silence is not golden.
He’s alone now.
The one thing he’s fought so hard to keep.
It’s gone.
Anger. Hate. His blood begins to seethe.
Why did he try so hard?
Every moment. Every day. He tried.
The pain. The hurt. He was patient through it all.
Through the rough seas he stood tall.
The fragments of his heart that she taped up dropped down
Broken pieces of glass now. Sharper than before.
In the blind he walks now.
Bleeding at every turn.
He’s got no one left. No one to hold his hand.
The glass cuts deeper. Droplets trickle down to his toes.
He screams. Silence.
There’s nothing left to say.
A stumble and a fall. The glass eats into his palms.
Burning them. Shredding his skin.
All of this pain is nothing.
Nothing compared to the void that’s left inside.
The hole in his soul.
He weeps a silent lament.
She’s not coming back.