I stare at you,
you stare at me -
silence.
we cannot go back
to that moment,
that moment when
it was shattered
and broken and all
was lost.
you buried the memory
will bottles and I
buried it with counting
to 8 over and over,
rubbing my fingers together
until they were red and
raw.
I see you swallow, start
to say something, and pause.
what is going on in your fractured mind?
I want to scream, and cry,
and fall to the ground and
weep, but I turn away and
walk back into the darkness.