And Alone

“I do not like to hurt you,”

He says,

With a furrowed brow and concern in his eyes,

“But sometimes it gives me power

And false sense of control

When my life is the howling of the wind

And a wolf’s yellow eyes

Eyeing your heart so hungrily.”

“And I do not like to be sad,”

She says,

With the tiny curl of a hint of a smile,

“But I understand that sometimes

You have to hurt me

To feel better.”

“I do not like to hurt you.”

He turns to face the wall,

Running a hand through his unkempt hair.

“I know I am no longer perfect

In your eyes.”

“Darling,”

She reaches out to him

With her fingers outstretched,

“You never were perfect to me.

I have loved you

Not because you are perfect

But because your imperfections

Make you human,

Broken and beautiful.”

She smiles through her tears as he turns back around

Taking her hands in his he pulls her into his body

And he leans in to kiss her and apologize

When slowly her image grows blurry

She fades into his mind

And he remembers

She is gone

Forever

And he is alone.

Broken, beautiful, and alone.