Questions Asked, Unanswered

She knows the conversation has ended. The pause that stammers for something more to say says it all. And the words inside her heart are sinking like buried treasures lost at sea.

She worries more about what she doesn't feel. Neither sad, nor happy, nor anything at all. Just nothing. Just acceptance of what she cannot change.

Perhaps she thinks it's just the lateness of the hour she finds herself awake in. Eyes weary and body ready for bed. She cannot plumb those depths tonight of seeking out her soul to call it to clarity. Clarity is to be avoided at all costs.

She takes her wants of why's to let them go. Are there answers or explanations? Or just excuses?