When love is over.
Weather the quick cutting of a tight cord
Or the slow disintegration
Of something painfuly long
You reel and reel
Within yourself.
And when love is over.
And the phone is unhooked.
Only then, do you notice
The depth of silence.
You leaving me
Was like someone
Coming up to me
And slapping my face.
I did not react.
I still have not reacted.
I will go on in this life
With a stinging face
Numb and unaffected.