Looking Back...

He looked at me, his coal, grey eyes hopeful I would change my mind. That I would give him that second chance. But he'd hurt me, he'd hurt me so bad.

I didn't want to leave him, but I'd heard the words

“I can change” before and never have they proven true at all.

I paused, deep in-thought. I told him

“I can't do this, not anymore” and left him standing in the pouring rain.

The water fell, hiding his tears, saving him what small dignity he had left.

*

Now two months later, my life is down the drain. I'm feeding an alcoholic addiction to hold back the haunting memories of you. But no matter where I turn, I always see you.

You finally did it, you made it big. Now I wonder – Could you really have changed?

Or would a worse fate have met us if I chose to stay?

The End

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