Wake up at 6, have a cold cup of tea

Stand at the window and stare into the rain

The world turns muddy and bleak

A child's chalk drawn heart washes away

Last night returns in flashes

Broken bottles

Broken pictures



You bled away into the night

Like the blood in the palm of my hands

Ran without a trace

With all the things we shared

The comforting quiet we had

Turned empty




As I waited for your usual tearful apology

Minutes turned to hours before I fell asleep

Hands throbbing

Head aching

Heart crying

You still haven't come for me

Haven't called

Haven't quietly slipped back and cradled my sleeping form

As you have always done before

When things weren't quite this bad

Stay gone.