A solemn sunrise greets her to the dawn of her mourning
Her, the lone survivor
A single shadow creeping out bed to the table
Upon which sits the box of her beloved’s remains
A ring only tarnished by the broken promises it now represents
Memories sewn together with past conversations
Locked in the threads of the over-sized cotton tee
Smiling photo albums now mocking her despair and grief
Less than a 24-hour had lapsed since his departure
Yet his presence still just as present as ever
Muted lips still whispering his name
Forgetful fingertips still reaching to caress him
Unforgiving eye still replaying his final exit scene on repeat
Closed ears now hearing only the warnings to prevent such demise
He asked her, “Tell me the truth”
Deafened by the sound of his request
Her hesitation became her paralysis
Delayed seconds bending the laws of time
Searching at light-year speeds for a response
Through the crevices of her mind
A sudden awareness that sliced through logic & reason
Finding this atom-splitting realization
Because the truth is
She told him, “I’d rather lie to you”
A dresser mirror’s reflection the sole witness to the next events
Reconstructing the images immediately proceeding this verbal bomb’s descent
Mushroom-clouded emotions exploding through out the room
Heated tempers radiating at hazardous levels
Causing furniture to tremble in the immediate vicinity
Until finally he could take more and prepared to leave
Accepting his defeat from her deceit
Future damage to both was stopped by his choice to concede
Now left with only a box of his remains
Living within the same 4 walls that will never be the same
And her sanity left in the balance of one rhetorical question:
She asked herself, “Truthfully speaking, was it worth it?”
♥ Reesie
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