Break

Never has a night felt shorter before

You peaceful in your side of the bed, reading Rumi

Something in my chest tightened as I closed the door

Can these 5 years ever be restored?

That warm sweater still so cherished, 

Was that a sign she wants to be together? 

I always knew what she wanted

Her eyes spoke what she pondered. 

Why not anymore? 

I pictured myself running towards her

Her cheeks turn red as I near

What if she doesn't want to be left alone?

Or maybe she just wants me gone.

Glad I closed the door and let her be

I needed to engage in a soliloquy 

and maybe so did she. 

I sat on the hammock outside

Why does it feel like I've taken cyanide? 

How do I keep my thoughts occupied 

No, there's no way I can let this slide. 

My parents adored her

Never was there a life which was better

When along these years did I forget her? 

Maybe since she started talking about Peter. 

I defend myself. 

Where did it all go wrong? 

Can these passing hours prolong? 

Have we run out of love?

I see a bird, is that a dove? 

She hated it when I smoked

I always took it as a joke 

Was this because I didn't help fold clothes? 

Or didn't surprise her with a rose? 

Is now too late to say sorry?

Why does everything feel so blurry? 

Why have I suddenly started to worry? 

Why and for what was I in a hurry? 

I wonder if there's still time to make amends

Starting to feel something intense

What's gon happen tomorrow 

Remorse? Divorce? Is that what we need?