Senz'anima

A broken mirror of feelings, where the reflections no longer match, but the gaze still searches for familiar features. Pain isn't a scream, but a quiet rustling under the skin, familiar, almost cosy. Love has been wrung dry, but it still drips in memory, in breath, in that very "just a little more." It seems they both already understand the ending, but someone is still pausing, as if stalling before the final note. And somehow, this silence sounds louder than any breakup song.