Last Words

Slamming doors,
Rattling windows,
and screeching tires.

Sounds after our fight,
Glass shattering,
With my fist in a wall.

Every time we talk,
It's like guns sounding in the dead of night,
Tippy-toeing around each other,
For fear of a stepping on mines.

Like a ticking bomb,
There will be only silence for so long.

So here I am,
Down on my knee's
Praying for patients
Wishing I wasn't such a bad child.
I never mean the things I say,
Yet over and over I will say them again.

Hours past and the sun goes down,
Your still gone,
Doubt and fear tingles in the back of my mind.
Maybe you don't love me anymore.
Maybe I finally pushed you away enough.
Maybe my chances have run out.

Tapping on the door,
Faintly, as if the person behind the wooden door didn't want to be here at all.

Time slows down in those moments,
The door slowly creaking open,
To reveal men in uniforms.
With news that makes my head spin.

"Your mother died in a car accident."
No noise can be heard, as those 7 little words, Register in my mind.
The worse isn't that you died.
It's the last part of the last time I saw you.
Our last parting words,
Will sting forever, burdening me with this guilt.

Not really ours,
You left in silence, there's only me to blame.
For those last words,
"I hate you."