She feels alone.
He is going through a spell.
Hard ships might have come but
all the while, his mind remained
closed and he kept her left out.
Countless times she might have tried to
Comfort him, cuddle with him, console
and be there for him but he shut her out.
Days on closed in silence and long awkward
moments, speech was almost lost. Quick
glances through the hallways, long pauses in
instances of a meet. Communication was lost.
Cuddle nights turned to nights out with the boys.
Drunken nights replaced dinner with his woman.
The alcohol that now kissed his lips became his
comfort through the cold, a fleeting happiness.
Through the yippy night folds, he dragged
through the front door smelling of alcohol.
She stayed up late to make sure that he was
safe. Lost through the loneliness, she started
working late. Days on as she came home late
from work, he returned home after a night out
with the boys. A relationship turned formal.
So, he meets another woman through his boys.
a close confidant she might have become.
A perfect distraction for a broken, confused man.
A reassurance he often felt, a solace he had sought.
A comfort through the hard times she became.
Nights on, she became a replacement and joy he
needed from the cold in his home. Love might have
been borne through the eyes of his woman but in her,
he felt a comfort and happiness that was almost nostalgic.
Whispers on the phone, late night texts as his woman lay
besides him in tears often sealed by a silence because she knew.
Months on, the nights with the boys reduce and he starts coming
home early. Realization might have come late. Those daunting
moments might have faded while he watched as his voice broke
after a phone call. Maybe if he had treated his woman better,
opened up to her, connected with her- instead of the frequent
nights out with the boys or in the arms of another woman. Maybe
then, she wouldn’t have started working late and met her fiancé.
He feels alone.
© FloetryC 2015