Speak, speak more, not to speak. Speaking and loving. Speaking, then loving. Not love, to love. Not speaking. Once more. Living, loving. She was speaking. Not loving. She wasn’t speaking. She. Again. Loving. Living, loving. Living. Loving, leaving.
She is lying in bed, tears rolling down. Another fight, the night before, words that hurt and crash on the floor. Invisible walls are closing on her, the seperation, inevitable; rage, breathlessness. To live, leave, be free, let go. Learn to speak again, how to love. Differently.