put away.

picked up

and tossed out

the door

bags in hand

that look of pure

concern that spread


her face like a

piercing knife

to the chest

it was my choice

but I can’t

help the feeling

of loss.


thick air.

you heard me

say it

it rang loud

through the halls

of my house

you heard me

it was nothing

but a whisper

yet it sounded

like a


you heard me

it pierced through

your silence

breaking the

stillness in our

quiet room

you heard me

in the dark

blackness of night

that filled

the air with

a fog

you heard me

and we knew

the thick air

held my words

and they


you heard me

and you knew

it was how I felt

we stayed there

and slept.