Amorphous
Epilogue:
There’s nothing more painful than witnessing those soul mates turning down the volume.
No matter how long they camp.
Day by day, month by month.
They warmth leave their seats.
And I share the soundless vibrant fluid soul with them but get back poker faces and blank one liners ending with a period.
Not a question mark.
Not an exclamation mark.
Just a round black dot.
A statement.