Abandoned

The end is never as loud as you think it would be.
Most of the time it’s the quiet click of a door
or the desperation of fingers searching.
You’d think breaking would be louder,
like the roaring cry of thunder,
glass shattering against tiled floors,
but most of the time it’s so quiet..
oh, so very quiet.

*As requested by @aprildawn1122 for #bemymuse no. 18

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