in the blink of a night
a changing of a mind
a moment of regret
alcohol diluted by logic and reason.
Impending silence screams like vultures
wondering if his life was his demise.
Allowing the hours to turn into days
as distance grows
though the scent of him lingers in my air
dangling on a whistle
resting on a watch
swaying from two circular charms.
hoping his silence is just a chosen thought
versus the alternative
because it is far better to face rejection
if you know the other person
is still alive.