“I Love you” she says

The moment is quiet

She touches you, you move under her touch and still nothing

No answer as the words linger there

Like summer humidity in the room

They stay, they do not fall like so many others to the floor.

Still there it hangs

Unanswered and decomposing

She can feel the destruction her chest growing with each second of silence

Unable to speak under the pressure

Frozen in place by the gravity of it all

Smelling the decomposition and feeling the slow death as the moment passes.