the absence echoes throughout this
self-inflicted desert, a wasteland of
every imaginary conservation
starring you and i, where i casted
as the leads in a couple that finds
love again. i can never write a
script believable enough to
fix what was done –
instead, i wallow here,
in what could have been.
prompt: “ shhh… the deafening silence echoes through deserts of people piled one after another like grains of sand in an hourglass” by luce in the napowrimo thread
