silence is a peculiar thing…

thought i was forgotten…hadn’t heard from her in awhile…dropped…done away with…left behind…waiting that whole time for a response…not a phone call…a message…nothing…a mystery as to what happened…we all have our suspicions…

said she got busy…’tween work and the kid she couldn’t keep her head on straight…just too much…somethin’ had to give…

so she stopped reachin’ out…gave up on dreams…wishes…only focus was the immediate…i could see her point…

just wish she would’ve told me…silence is a peculiar thing…leaves you guessing…you place blame on yourself…what’d i do wrong…that sorta thing…never stops…

yes…silence is a peculiar thing…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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