It's just one of those nights.
There's just so much left unsaid that a plastered-on smile and a friendly "take care" just don't cut it. Sometimes I wish God made us with our hearts on our sleeves - then we wouldn't need to play the guessing game ever so often.
I guess I never did stop waiting at your door, even when it shut. Perhaps a stronger man than me would have pounded the door till it gave way; maybe a braver man than me would have walked away and never looked back. But I'm not any of that.
And now, it finally feels that the chains that bound me to your porch have been thinned by time and experience into more of a silver thread that it pains me to break rather than a chain. My feeble attempts at reaching you have met with, in effect, courteous silence.
In the end, perhaps, silence is also an answer.
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