I couldn't feel it then,
but I can see it now
You were long gone before you ever
turned away with your collar up,
and walked into the night without a word.
You were untouchable before we were ever
separated by locked doors and proud silence.
The resentment was a tangible thing
blocking the receptors you had
for my fingers on your skin.
Your cries for help with poison
running through your veins
went unanswered.
The breaking of hearts
was the loudest silence.
And the scream at the end
merely the release of shackles.
The lines between us grew hazy
and I couldn't tell where I ended and you began.
The phone call that ripped us apart
left some pieces of me with you
and some on the ground unclaimed.