Impact

If I could just know. That it hurt you a little. That this collision left us both with scars. If I could just know that there were cracks all over and I made it through. Once. Just once would be enough.

If I could just know that I am not the only one with bruises. That you stumble over breadcrumbs too (and when you hit your head it hurts your heart). Once. Just once would be enough.

If I could just know that there are words you too have not sent, and truths you have not spoken. If I could just know that silence has never, ever meant consent. Once. Just once would be enough.

If I could just know you felt something. Anything. I crashed against you for years. I shattered in your arms over and again. Is it possible you held me in pieces and felt nothing at all?

When once – just once – would have been enough.

Image by Joanne Piechota

A whole book was hidden in your silence. For that I suppose I should thank you.

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6 thoughts on “Impact

    1. Well … yes and no. I’m writing from three different perspectives and whilst the story does involve a break-up, there are layers to each piece …

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