The Endings Are The Worst Poem by Julie Dant

“Silence is hovering above the Atlantic.”
he tells her.
“Hush...hush darling! ” he tries to
calm her.
The endings are the worst..
She hates their conversations
to end..
The entire time she is typing
feverishly,
she is awaiting his decision to end it.
Dreading
that silence…that leaves empty, hollow
depressions upon
her raw and open soul.
She’s secure in the knowledge that he
loves her and only her.
How does she know?
Who knows how? …she just knows.
She wonders how he can be so strong…
where his strength comes from.
She keeps asking him
questions,
just so he’ll have to answer….
to write just one more line.
“Tell me you love me again! ”
she demands.
“You cannot say it enough to me.
Am I in your head during the day? ”
She asks.
Another question…another answer
until…
“Silence is hovering over the Atlantic.”
he tells her
as gently as he can…to prepare her for
the end.
She protests. She cries. She begs.
She types….
and types and types..hoping for
just one more line
from him.
It comes…
“Hush…hush darling! ” he tries to
calm her,
but, the endings are the worst.