In the Dark
So darkness I became
She couldn’t see him packing in the next room, but she could hear him. She sat on the couch, their couch, listening. She could hear him rummaging and stacking clothes. She could hear the distinct sound of zippers.
She could hear her heart beating, and her gasping breaths. She could feel the wetness of her cheeks, could feel her hands shaking as she tried desperately to wipe the tears away. It didn’t matter though; he wasn’t looking, wasn’t watching, didn’t care.
She heard his footsteps coming down the hall, moving to the front door and setting down his bags. She heard him pause in the entryway of the living room, let out a deep sigh. She wished she could see his face, she was sure he was beautiful.
She turned her face in his general direction, hoping he’d see what he was doing to her.
“Are you sure we can’t fix this?” she whispered. The front door banged shut. She hadn’t even heard him walk away.
The house was silent except for her broken sobs. She pressed her palms against her eyes, left alone in her own personal darkness.
She could hear her heart beating, and her gasping breaths. She could feel the wetness of her cheeks, could feel her hands shaking as she tried desperately to wipe the tears away. It didn’t matter though; he wasn’t looking, wasn’t watching, didn’t care.
She heard his footsteps coming down the hall, moving to the front door and setting down his bags. She heard him pause in the entryway of the living room, let out a deep sigh. She wished she could see his face, she was sure he was beautiful.
She turned her face in his general direction, hoping he’d see what he was doing to her.
“Are you sure we can’t fix this?” she whispered. The front door banged shut. She hadn’t even heard him walk away.
The house was silent except for her broken sobs. She pressed her palms against her eyes, left alone in her own personal darkness.