a French word for it's over.
like what we are, over.
when we said our last goodbye, I didn't felt a thing.
it might have been the adrenaline pumping in,
like when you pricked your finger on a thorn after admiring the beauty of a rose,
after then you feel the sensation of burning,
as your blood slowly flows down your finger,
it's similar to that, but mine was slower.
it was months after we called quits,
when I realized,
that it's over,
c'est fini.
