Broken Bonds

Pauses deep, words went dry,  

I felt the shift, a distant sigh.  

Not in shouts or loud goodbyes,  

But in quiet looks, in lowered eyes.

A broken line, a turned away face,  

An absent mind in our shared space.  

Where once was warmth, I felt the chill,  

A fading fire against my will.

Whispers lost in empty air,  

Questions met with vacant stares.  

Secrets lay in silences kept,  

While truth lay buried where shadows crept.

Through words unsaid, the truth bled through,  

In empty rooms I finally knew—  

Poor communication, yes, but more,  

It led me to an unlocked door. 

There in the quiet, harsh and clear,  

I saw the lies I’d grown to fear.  

Not in anger, nor in fight,  

But in that lingering, hidden night.