He could no longer bear this gush of emotions,
It was little too much that he woke up once
feeling hollow and heavy
He falsely confessed to her, “It’s better, feeling full and fresh”
She was clueless as always
Yet for once everything seemed distinct and divergent.
She longed to believe that this was his way of
locking away the unspoken words forever in fear of
never being able to speak them.
But she could no longer believe what she tells herself.
And again she feels same as him
hollow and heavy.