~Answers, I dont really want to know~

Its been a while
Since we spilled our hearts out,
For the last time.
A long while
Since midnight conversations
Accepted our silent goodbye.

Nights pass on,
The clock ticks away.
But this emptiness
In my chest,
It persists.
It grows, regardless.

Tell me,
Of all things,
If I text you at this moment,
Will it be the same, all over again?

- Ankita Bhattacharjee