Sad Writer Digest


The end

It’s the beginning of the end,
As much as I whisk it away,
I can feel it inching closer, my breath shortening.
I feel the sharpness of a heartbreak,
Each shard cutting me open like broken glass.
“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”
No, it wasn’t.
But it will,
And when it does, the silence will be louder than the pain.