The Literary Whore vs The Literal Whore. But Not Literally.

The pounding rain stopped
the quiet noise subsided -
just their silent voices left
to fill the void.

She kissed him
just on the cheek
always on the cheek,
painfully close
a dagger just missing its mark.

He acted like he didn't care,
as he had a million times before
taking her hand in his
and saying goodbye.

At the door, silhouetted,
the moonlight behind her,
she paused, back to his front
and whispered softly
her sad eyes beaming -

She was in love, she said,
she was in love,
words so heavy
ringing in his head

Her glowing eyes,
her watery look
passed him, falling
at the closed bedroom door

she was in love,
she said.

A sinking feeling
a numbness in the
entirety

She was in love,
she said.

A cough from behind
the closed door
she smiled

She was in love,
she said

He choked back the
words he knew
he would never say

She was in love,
she said

an I love you
instead silence
I love you
instead silence
I want you to be happy
instead silence
I don't want to have
instead silence
to see it
instead silence

She was in love,
she said

The rain started again,
a slow drum beat
she turned,
so full of grace
a hail mary and
a thousand lashes

He watched her go
reached for her
slender hand
stopping her
holding her
instead silence
kissed her on
the softest cheek
he'd ever dreamed
instead silence

A polite goodbye

she was

relishing the feeling

instead silence

in love

her hair brushing his face

instead silence

the darkness filled the doorway

she said.