Chronology of our Argument

Broken words
Abuses thrown around
Rising decibels
Mine, not his.

Silence,
A dullness
Hanging in the air.

Tears
An Uncontrollable stream
Gushing down the cheeks.

Hugs, bad jokes
Lips part
To smile
Taste of tears
In my mouth.

Published by Divya

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