my parents fell out of love

screaming silently

they never fought, it was only

tight lipped smiles and

white knuckles on coffee mugs

not listening when the other spoke

and finding away to disagree

on anything that required an opinion.

the passive aggression in the air

felt so hot, like a wildfire tore through and

only burned the parts of their hearts

that brought them together in the first place

and when it ended it wasn't brutal

it was just tears across my dad's face as he 

gathered the gumption to finally say speak and say

i'm gonna be moving out

and even when you are prepared for something to happen

you are never prepared for how it is going to make you 

feel.