A Final Ending

They sat across each other in a stale room. Her mind was running, and the thoughts were piling up. But the words, they did not come. She was frozen in time, stuck in her own mind. Wrestling the thoughts, fighting for words. He would just stare. He would wait. And wait. The longer he waited, and the more he stared, the more she shut down. She felt scared because she couldn't answer the questions. The answers were all there, running through her mind, over and over. They were there. How could they touch but not speak? She let herself fall. Deeper and deeper, she would fall. Before long it was so deep, she couldn't breathe. She couldn't see and she couldn't let go. What is it about memory that haunts her so much? How can the slighest change in weather bring blurr to her eyes? The slighest movement or annunciation could change everything. The thoughts would crash, jumble and mesh but soon momments past, too many. It turned into hours. Just silence, she could feel the frustration. So she would leave, problems unresolved. One day, she left and didn't come back. Every now and again she would find herself back in that place. Only to see the mess, the drinks. Only to hear the loud laughter, the mindless babbling in the back round going and going. But what she really heard was his voice. It sounded like slow motion and when it hit her, traveled through her ears and into her mind, it hit her throat. The blurr would come back, vision shattered. A knot in her stomach would form. Walk away. Walking away. Walked away. One, two, three. Three words, one, two, three. Days and days, now left frozen in memory. When will the memories fade? Three words. Shut my eyes. Open your eyes. Yours is not mine. Mine is not yours. Ours is no longer. We walked away once, away from the giggling couple and the crawling creek, we walked, back to where we came. But now we walk, the other way. Goodnight, shut my eyes, cut out my tounge, she had nothing to say.