Withdrawal

“Do you love me?”

her words pained me to answer,

as they slipped from her lips,

unspeakably sudden,

like the cliché shot to the heart;

A shot I knew I’d soon return.

Every answer�" excuse that came to me,

outlined the ‘typical man’ she described;

Every thought fit her very hatred.

 

My pause held her in anxiety for a moment,

the silence reeling webs around her heart.

It tightened, revealing old scars,

drawing blood from keloided heartbreaks,

salty tears trying to melt away the ‘typical’,

that had so secretively crept into her life again.

With all the hope in her soul she denied the truth.

She fought the quiet with her�"

Weakening faith for the future.

As she was not so hopeful anymore,

not so strong, she

was over taken.

 

She swallowed the silence, and

lifted herself from her seat, with

hope’s last glimmer turning to ash in her eyes.

And I wished that I could hide now,

from her hatred and disappointment.

I wished that I could give her my hope,

that still glowed.

My selfishness will say my misery was

stronger, more troubling than her own.

But as the door shut behind her,

her black heels still shadowed beneath her exit,

her silhouette trembling against the light,

my regret had already began to fade.