Our cozy quiet woke to utter silence,
elbows and knees suddenly in the way.
Finally shy, doomed to inane chatter,
our voices slowly trailed off,
polite enough until the last sighs,
This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge: “This week we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong. But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words: love/sad/tears/wept/heart/pain“