The Day Our Warcraft Team Broke Up

By Chris Walden

This is how it ends.

Moonlit glow of pixels,

salty dry eyes.

Plunk plunk of keys,

click click of mice.

Muted heart.

Stifled pain, love,

held back.

Friends waving goodbye

through characters;

saying goodbye

through microphones;

typing their memoirs.

As though a goodbye episode

from a canceled sitcom:

fun while it lasted.

Memories tumble about,

a monument of fun

collapsing

within my head.

Bittersweet dirge

of my two-year gaming addiction

and my two-year family.

My life,

my silence,

begin with the death

of my façade.