Breaking Silence By Angela Otey

As the days stretched on to months the hole in my soul almost seemed closed. My mornings were a little livelier and my nights didn’t seem so cold. But still in the back of my mind I had one constant enemy...time. Time was not in my favor, feeling like a slave to the clock with every single tic toc. When would we cross paths again? I often asked myself that very question over and over again. Would you remember us? I do. The flames of the sun compared not to the flames burning in my chest off mere memories of us. As time rolled on, I regained my strength until that one day. That day you called out the blue and my world shook to its core, as I’m sure you already knew. There it was the voice I so longed to hear, talking back to me bypassing my ears, streaming all the way down to my very insides. Like a love sung slide only you were permitted to ride. It was good, it was great. And then here it comes... the BOMB. Why is there always a Bomb on something

you’ve waited for, for so long? You told me you had moved on and that love was no longer our song. I knew that very moment I didn’t belong, friendship is what you sought and almost what I gave until I was reminded of the hallow cave where my heart should have been. I played it cool and seemed nonchalant although everything from my head to my heart was being ripped apart. A crooked smile and awkward laugh I gave you my blessing’s and very much meant it when I said I hope it lasts.