Unspoken

He did it first, and she then followed.
He said it first, and she then said it too.
He stopped later, and she continued.
He told her it is childish.
She was lashed.
She continued.
He ignored her.
She stopped saying it too.
But he didn’t notice.
She was saddened.
He didn’t know.
She was intoxicated.
He didn’t know.
She finally said it.
He gave a sigh.
Maybe he was disappointed.
Maybe he wasn’t.
The last words she thought she heard before she drifted,
“Goodnight. Love you. Bye Bye.”

Written on September 24th, 2006