she slammed the door
She slammed the door
For the millionth time.
She said she was sick of it.
She said she was tired of it.
She said she didn't want anything to do with it.
She said she didn't want anything to do
With
Me.
She told me that she was done trying
While she was crying
In the corner of her bathroom floor.
I tried to console her
And told her that I didn't mean to-
"SHUT UP."
She buried her face
Into her silk pajamas,
The ones she's worn for over twenty years.
She didn't want to throw them away
No matter how tattered
How torn
How beaten
Or how worn they were.
She was afraid of losing something so elegant
That she kept stitching them up from the inside
So that no one could tell
That they were over twenty years old.
She told me to leave.
She kept her face hidden
And told me to leave.
I asked for her to please,
Please,
Explain to me
What was going on
So that I could see
What she was thinking.
I tried to reach for her,
To comfort her,
But at the slap of my hand
One of the stitches came undone
For the first time.