I Left You Last Week

It's coming, coming for me.
Its shallow hug one I cannot shrug.
It's running, running for me.
Eyes wide struggling for my light.
It's taking, taking from me.
At least I'm safe inside.
It's closing, closing me in.
The doors locked, it has the key.
It's wild, wild in its eyes.
The heat of fear finally kicked in.
It's pleading, pleading its case.
The phone's too far.
It's waiting, waiting for a reply.
My throat sticks, eyes shift.
It's watching, watching for my move.
I crack a sob and mumble something.
It's moved, moved that I care again.
I put a hand on the counter.
It's here, here with an arm around me.
I can't watch its eyes move.
It's looking, looking down to see the blood on its shirt.
My hand's trembling around the knife.
He's gone, gone now.

September fourteenth, two thousand and eight.