Open Ended

Once upon a year of hellos
And six months overdue,
there was a cloudy blue afternoon,
With skies that told of you.

I sat beside the window,
And thought through silent fears;
“What if”s took me far away,
And regrets brought me here.

Your words had called out temptingly,
A ceasefire of mutual pain;
Leaving me with eyes squeezed shut,
And belief in peace awakened.

But all things told me of despair;
The brave words and indifference,
Could not block out the whispers I heard;
The pleading you tried to silence.

After little observance, I knew
The calm of our cloudy days,
In reality, hid a terrible storm,
Taking its time; brewing away.

I hastily made as if to leave
Before it started to pour.
The ceasefire was quickly forgotten,
But so was the existence of war.

On this day we met once more.

We didn’t say much, I know,
But the air was stuffy and sour,
And it was quite hard to breathe;
so much was the unuttered.

It mattered not that year of hellos,
Never again could we greet one another
But we could not say a single goodbye
Which itself was a perpetual bother.