The too late conversation

She turned to me and said it was over

I stood there in the living room with the afternoon sun filtering through the lace curtain.

There were no words

Immediately that came to my mind

Did I know that this was inevitable?

Was she finally at per breaking point?

The silence was deafening as we stood, not looking at each other

She left the room and quietly closed the door to the bedroom

I was frozen

All of the emotions and words flooded my mind

Did I truly love her in this moment?

Was this indeed inevitable due to my inactions?

Part of me wanted to rush into the bedroom and try to fix this

I was frozen