I wait for the snap

slowly and carefully

carved into my heart


I tense waiting for the words,

the look that cuts through my soul


she’s quiet, she doesn’t respond

did she notice? did she see what I’d done?


I hear the egg shells crack,

the glass shatter,

the drop of blood hit the floor




her spirit is soft

she sees but…

she sees differently


“I’m sorry.”

Hoping to cushion the blow

How can I fix it?

What should I do?


“Just leave.” it says

“She’s better off with you anyway.”

“You can’t do anything right.”

“Just because she didn’t this time…”


I wait for the snap