The Endings Are The Worst - Poem by Julie Dant
“Silence is hovering above the Atlantic.”
he tells her.
“Hush...hush darling! ” he tries to
The endings are the worst..
She hates their conversations
The entire time she is typing
she is awaiting his decision to end it.
that silence…that leaves empty, hollow
her raw and open soul.
She’s secure in the knowledge that he
loves her and only her.
How does she know?
Who knows how? …she just knows.
She wonders how he can be so strong…
where his strength comes from.
She keeps asking him
just so he’ll have to answer….
to write just one more line.
“Tell me you love me again! ”
“You cannot say it enough to me.
Am I in your head during the day? ”
Another question…another answer
“Silence is hovering over the Atlantic.”
he tells her
as gently as he can…to prepare her for
She protests. She cries. She begs.
and types and types..hoping for
just one more line
“Hush…hush darling! ” he tries to
but, the endings are the worst.
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