I can sense it.
Like the air before a lightning strike
The silence before the sirens
The calm before the storm.
It's been so long
Too long
Since we last had a fight.
And I know one is on its way.
It's the small signs.
The unread messages,
The awkward conversations,
The late night posts.
It's the poems that aren't shared
The heartbreak that isn't fixed
The words that aren't even whispered.
It's the silence.
The way we don't speak to each other.
The long stretches of time between
Our words.
It's the shorter and shorter
Conversations, the empty promises.
It's the late night cancellations.
It's the unspoken words.
It's building.
It's building.
I know it is.
We've had it so good
For so long.
But all good things must end.
And I can see it now.
It might be tomorrow, it might be next week,
Next month, next year.
But it will come.
And when it comes
Nothing will stop it.
We will scream.
Cry.
Insult each other the way only we can,
Playing off the others every insecurity,
Because we both made the mistake
Of trusting our hearts to people
Who we knew
Couldn't take the weight
Of them.
We will claw at one another, ripping the skin
From our very bones.
I can feel it coming.
The gates will open, the chains will snap.
Everything that had kept us together will
Break. And we will
Attack.
But the question is
After its over, what will be left
Of us
To piece our shattered remains
Together?
~january 2019
