the end of conversation

the silence that follows. the moment when both people know it's over. the words have been said. the air is thick with unspoken things. i think of the coffee shop on senapati bapat road. the way the light reflected off the glass. the smell of freshly brewed coffee. the sound of laughter and conversation. but in that moment. there was only silence. the weight of what remained unspoken. the feeling of disconnection. the gap between words. the way it felt like a physical presence. a thing that could be touched. i got up and left. the sound of my footsteps echoing in my ears. the feeling of emptiness that followed.