“i can’t do this with you anymore”

words whispered in the dark

that shatter a heart into shards that cut deep

deep into the memories

memories of whispers

and hands between strands

of hair brushed behind ears

“i love you” in no words at all

the flutter of lips against cheeks

the laughter

the smiles

those ones that always reached the eyes

“i can’t do this with you anymore”

but it has been done

in a thousand little moments

that will linger for eternity

the question, it seemed, would always remain: cannot or will not?