“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.