A death, unmourned

When heartstrings break,

there is no sound,

instead, a screaming silence

Trust broken,

promises unkept,

a journey unfinished

An implosion that ravages as much as an explosion,

with no body count,

no blood spilt

A smokeless fog of dispersed lives,

a pitiful murder of faith,

end of an era

No shattered glasses that prick your feet,

no mess to mop up after,

no burning stench

Yet death it is, unmourned and unclaimed,

the body-less carcass lies in an unmarked grave,

with no one shedding tears nor any offering of flower

A meaningless waste of tender innocence,

a sad sigh,

light and heavy, all at the same time

A hardening of heart,

a tightening of face mask,

an invisible ending