The End

The battle lines have been drawn.
We stand across from one another
in the aftermath of war.
When verbal bombs have flown through the air,
impacting and exploding directly on target;
when emotional carnage is strewn across
the wastelands of what used to be.
There is a silence, eerie and deathly still.
Tensed, coiled muscles relax.
Anger abates, replaced by indifference.
Sorry is just a word, now with no meaning.
We turn away from one another, eyes dry.
All the tears have fallen, passion is gone.
We look back at each other and realize
there is no winner in war.
It's over, we're done.
And I'm already gone.