That night the door slammed shut the loudest
Shaking the house that was once a home
And we both knew that none of us
Were ever going to be the same.
Holding on to the last whit of affection
Pride and comfort snatched forever
Pieces of broken hearts scattered on the floor
On which I learnt to walk and run to you
The world got bigger than our dreams
The burden of the responsibilities was heavier
On both of us
And so, we did what we knew best
To give in and accept….
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 