The silence of a home that was once filled with love.
Laughter fades. Tears evaporate. Joy dissipates.
What’s left?
Me. You. Frigid stares. Cold marble countertops. Heated arguments.
Pain. Rage. Anger. Wrath.
The fire in your eyes ignited mine.
We burned. Away.
Typing between tears and screams.
Echoes in the empty halls.
I wish you could have…
Heard me.
Seen me.
Loved me.
Accepted me.
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