The Day the Love Died

The Day the Love Died

No thunderclap, no curtain fall

just silence swelling down the hall

a look, too long, too cold to mend

a question left without an end

The morning brewed the same old tea

but something stirred too slow in me

your voice was there, your hands were near

but not the man I used to hear

No plates were thrown, no names were said

just hollow steps and half-made bed

I brushed my hair, you tied your tie

and both of us forgot to cry