We haven’t spoken in a week.
Not because we aren’t sad. Not because we haven’t wanted to.
But because there’s nothing to say.
Everything that needed to be said was covered in two words: “It’s over.”
Those words hovered in space as I pulled my boots on at your front door; they became louder in my silence after your “Goodbye”; and were punctuated with the soft clink of the door as I casually closed it behind me, and walked on.