Three Seconds To Goodbye

The silence after the call is a strange thing. It seems like nothing happened, just a dropped line, but inside it feels like a storm has passed. The air still holds its breath, the screen has already gone dark, but the heart still catches the signal, like an old radio, hoping to pick up a familiar voice from the noise. Those three seconds before saying goodbye drag on forever - long enough for the stars to cry, and for your memory to forever remember the intonation, soft as rain and sharp as loss. Sometimes love lives not in words, but in the interference between them - where static whispers louder than the voice.