Break Down

It’s been years
since we have spoken
beyond the customary
small talk and weather update

The hollow silence
audible all too well
over the telephone line
and short phrases

The hate I wore on my shoulders
is worn out and weathered,
replaced by the damp, decaying
stench of indifference

Maybe this is how
some family ties break down,
without much noise
or dramatic anguish

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