Time stopped...

Everything around me stayed the same...
His clothes, his stuff...
Years have been spent with me here alone, waiting for him to come home. How annoyed I was when he would come later and later... Then he would go for long walks, 30 minutes, 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours... Whatever time he would come home he would go for those walks, always alone.

I am used to sitting here in the dark. His entrance being my oxygen.
I would start talking talking talking and all he wanted was silence.
For no 1 to be there to annoy him. But I always was.
Always awaiting him...
Some want that, not him.

I was nothing of what he wanted.
I see that now.
I regret being myself.
I regret my choices.
I regret my blindness...

Hindsight, 20/20.
Easy to see.
I need my oxygen...
He needs his alone time.
I want no more time alone...
I want no more time alone please...

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