It’s a curse, really
That the one that doesn’t emote
Implodes between the layers
Of that prudent reserve
Never giving away
The pain beneath
And the other believes
That he doesn’t care
He does, though
But can the other read
What the eyes give away
That is the question
And the root of all there is
That is left,
Unanswered
Never to be spoken of
Never to be talked about
A painful goodbye
A sense of an ending
Deprived of closure
And a hackneyed lot of prayers
Silenced abruptly..
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