The next morning, we walked to breakfast in silence. I made a joke, it didn’t work
“Two days alone together and we have nothing to say to each other” you said.
That broke my heart, I tried to keep calm, there was so much I wanted to say but what difference would it make?
I held back, you’d made up your mind already. Nothing I could say to change it
Calm Monday, still and mild for March
Respite from the summer heat
The scorching weeks before
That left the grass dry and golden
On the hills around the town
That night, while you slept soundly I could not. I got up and sat at the desk
Wrote you a letter on hotel letterhead, fool I was to use such strong words.
I’d written to you before, many letters we’d shared, many feelings and secrets
I didn’t want it to end, when I slipped back in to bed; your skin was so cold
You woke, and asked me was I ok? I lied and said I’d needed a glass of water.
“There is always a storm coming, sooner or later… You think it will skirt its way along the coast and never make land, those ominous clouds over churning seas of deep blue-green. The tension builds over days, you think it will never break. But it will. It will break”
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