Hey There

Time To Let Go

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Think of it as the end of the world,
and the only person left alive
comes knocking on your door.

You open it and see them.

Someone you use to love.
Someone who you still loved.
Someone who you'll always love.

You spend one day together.
Rekindle whatever flame that was blown away
by the last fight you had that broke the
foundation of your relationship.

Then the next day,
you two agree to give it one more try.

The day after,
just as the sun sets,
the honeymoon phase comes to an end
and the fighting and arguing begins.

The next few days goes by quickly.
Quicker than you can could phantom
because all you ever did was
wake up,
shower,
brush your teeth,
eat
and then the arguing begins until you two have to return to bed.

Then Sunday comes.
Marking the start of a new week.

And for the first time in four days,
there was no arguing.

No fighting.
No disagreements.
No insults.
Nothing.

Just two people in the same room
who had nothing to say to each other
because everything has already been said.

They cook dinner and take their seats across
from one another,
but they never ate.

Instead they sat.
Hands on the table.
His depressing eyes looking into her sorrowful ones.

The signs were all there.
The silence. The exhaustion.

She saw it before he did.
So she made the first move.

She got up,
pushing her chair out,
the sound of metal scratching against wood
barely affecting the two.

She exits the room,
steps up the stairs
only to walk down with her suitcase rolling behind her.

She never said a word.
She just opened the door and walked away.

Getting up from his chair,
he closes the door,
locking it shut and walks back to the kitchen to make the last move.

He bends forward,
face a few centimeters away from the burning flame on top of the candle
set in the middle of the table.

He inhales,
remembering every special moment they spend together.

The day they met.
To the day they became friends.
To the day they became lovers.
To the day they became strangers.
To the day they reunited only to become strangers again.

He exhales out of his mouth,
blowing out the rekindled flame,
allowing the darkness to surround him.

Letting one stray tear fall from his eye,
he walks to his bedroom,
lays down on top of the satin covers of his bed
and closes his eyes.

Begging for sleep to takeover so that he could wake up tomorrow
and let the universe know...

"When I said hello to her, I didn't know the day would come where I would say goodbye. But that day came, and I did because even a fool knows that it's better to grief a loss, than to grow old in the same bed alongside anger and lay in a casket as a toxin."

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