Silent, still

The aftermath of an argument still heats the air between us. Silent, still. Yet hurtling past the point of no return.

Dozens of hurtful words fired, with millions left unsaid. They'll replay endlessly. In my mind at least.

We can no longer part coolly. This ship must crash and burn for us to go our separate ways. Torn apart like gum stuck in tangled hair. Each leaving some residue with the other.

Just give it some time, they said. Maybe take a break. But this break will never heal. The cracks can never be filled. I take a long walk on the beach and keep walking, and walking. Waiting to forget it all.