Heavy and Breaking

"It's a new day," she says as she draws the shades.
Light streaming through the cracks,
having barely pulled them shut,
she pauses for a slight moment before turning to face him.

Her eyes, overflowing with sorrow,
warn of what's to come.
"We can't keep going on like this."
Her words, identical to those repeating in his head,
yet he fights them all the same.

"Surely we can find our way past it all,"
he pleads, half knowing that this is too much to ask of her.
He'd already left her with so much to handle,
more than any person should have to endure.

He's let her down in such monumental ways,
lifting her out of the mess he made is a daunting task of its own.
Still he could never try to escape the harsh reality,
this was his burden to carry.

"This drum beats out of time,” she says,
lips red as berries dripping from the vine,
eyes like Elvis' shoes.

Hands combing his black hair
as he pretends to listen.
All dressed up like oxycontin.
No attempt to veil his blank stare,
not that she could be sold.

He whispers her name as she goes for the door,
not wanting to leave but unable to stay;
soft white hand outstretched before her.

Again, he whispers her name,
the longing in his voice thick
as honey,
sweet and warm.
Her glance never grazing him
as she looks to the floor.

Both searching for the right words.
Hearts racing,
heavy and breaking.

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