Poem: The Final Goodbye.
When two people are at the final straw of their relationship, how will they actually break things off?
"Hey,” She spoke, her voice tired and sad. Neither could remember when either had last felt happy. But still, each night home was another attempt to cradle their broken vases. Time was running out, and they both knew it. Neither wanted to be the one to start that talk.
He closed the door behind him, slamming it maybe a little too hard as he entered the house. It had been another long day at work, and he could feel himself at wits end. There was something off this time, and his mind was racing to every possible conclusion. This was it, they were going to have the talk, and finally break things off.
Or both would sit in silence. Let their minds wander for an hour or two, and then eventually go to sleep. She in her bed, and he on the couch. Two broken vases, unable to accept their spark had gone.
This time however, she vaguely gestured to a piece of paper left on the table. And as he picked it up to read, she left the room, leaving him to process what it meant.
He stares at the paper, repeating each line in his head. The room is too quiet, but his head feels louder as he struggles to process it. But eventually, decides with a deep breath, that this had to be it.
He heads over to her room to find she’s sitting on the edge of her bed. It was time to say goodbye, if only he’d felt it to be true.
The two stay there for a while, both struggling to look at the other. His mouth finally opens, complemented by shaking hands. But to the surprise of either person, no words come out. His head lowers down in shame, and he leaves.
It was over.