Futility of Words

she was putting her things in the bag. he stood by the door, his eyes sleepy. she did not turn around to look at him. she knew he was there. she could smell him coming. she could even hear his heartbeat. but she did not turn. and he did not speak. he could hear her listen the unspoken. he could feel his silence ring in her ears. but he did not speak.
and the moment endured.
stripped of thoughts and vision
drained of consciousness
the dawn of perpetual darkness
And as he spoke she turned. his voice crept into the cracks in the walls, his voice exploded in the stillness of the air.
she saw his eyes. the sleepy eyes. the unsurmountable misery. a faint lost bubble floating the sky. rising high. out of reach and beyond sight.
oh! this inevitability of fate.
oh! the futility of words.
she hurried away.