the last string of words I would ever hear from you

a solemn sunday night
4 am
tears threatened
papers slipped from my lap

i think it was raining
maybe it was me
a shallow tapping lulled
emotions continued
then silence

everything was numb
my body
my thoughts
my being
numb

the clock ran backwards
times changed
stories rewritten
to you it was nothing
to me it was everything