Saturday, July 30, 2016


Blank screens
Empty call logs
Missed glances

Only memories 
of what never was.

We had a handful of minutes 
and promises,
nothing more -
you made sure of that. 

And now?
What is there to say?

No words are as loud
as the silence between us. 

I keep telling myself
it's better this way. 

Maybe tomorrow 
I'll believe it. 

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