There’s a silence between us that makes me feel frigid and cold. I steal glances out of the corner of my eye and every time I do, you’re gone.
My tongue curls behind my closed lips and I want to tell you how this makes my skin ache. I want to tell you how I miss you when you’re not distant. The thing is, I have. My heart is cracking into pieces knowing there’s nothing more I can do, and I know where this is leading.
I’m sure you know it, too.
But I’ve never been good at good-bye’s.
I wish you would say it first.