I think this is the end.

This is not how I pictured it.

In fact, I had never pictured it

and, perhaps, this is why

my heart is churning in shock,

agitated by the rip-out process.

Your silence is killing me,

your indifference clear as day,

snuffing out the fire you so expertly lit.

A part of me wishes and hopes

that there are some surviving embers

that can rekindle that flame…

but the part of me that has been dragged

through the mud of heartbreak – my entire heart and soul –

knows, like the final nail on a coffin,

this shit is done.