the enduring silence

you never had the talk
with her.
the relationship talk.
that anxiety ridden discussion
where you both
ask each other
painful questions about
where this is going.
she never wanted
to discuss things, put
the cards on the table.
she liked the quiet of it all.
not knowing, or perhaps
not caring
how it ended or moved forward.
which made it odd
when it did end.
not having raised a voice,
or thrown a book,
no slamming of a door.
or keys tossed down.
there was just the gentle
roll of tires
as she pulled away,
and the enduring silence
from that point on.