Aftermath

We sit in silence, the air thick with dread,

a fight’s echo lingers, both words left unsaid.

The walls close in, like shadows cast long,

every heartbeat a metronome for what’s wrong.

A single lightbulb buzzes, faint and unkind,

while thoughts drift like smoke, impossible to bind.

The room feels smaller, our voices held tight,

each breath a reminder of the tumultuous night.

I watch you from corners of half-opened eyes,

searching for comfort in your distant sighs.

In the void between us, the words turn to stone,

yet silence clings heavier than the love that we’ve known.