Theres a silence staring at the ceiling. Lights gone dim.
Was there an awkwardness, or did it just not feel the same.
Did we imagine our love away?
We knew this would happen. A figment of an imagination that surpassed reality.
An exhalation and finally, a realization, and then it's all okay.
Nothing really matters in the end. So everything in the interim, the love, the pain, the fake smiles and laughs.
Nothing really matters.