When I would stay, decide not to leave you in your monument of self loathing

We wouldn't even speak, minds wandering to the elephant in the room, who had captured the starring role in our punchline of a life. The silence between us, she would groan meandering to find a little common ground where we could pull each other up from the ledge. But now since you denied my hand and slipped from that eroding cliff, the silence,  she screams. Pounding her teeny hands waterlogged with sorrow, slamming her body to the ground because she no longer comprehends what it it is to stand.

As you dropped, she screamed, her shrieks lost into the void, because you're down in that ditch, so they slink to me, my ears fracture at the reverberations rocketing through my skull. It's  my toes that stabilize my stature, my shoulders that must bare the weight of your wordless weaponry,

The silence whispers, this time she speaks for you, lyrical lines straight from the pamphlet,  of how your better now, ready for your responsibility. She so desperately needs to believe you, but I know, I recall this talk, from your last visit to the ditch and the ten times after that you frequented your dust bowl. But, but she begs

“He misses you, he said it so” she croaks

But my oh my

How can you miss me when you don't know what you've missed

You missed first steps, first slips, first days and a first kiss

But what you won't miss is her

Because now when silence screams the world is still

She demands to be heard, she is powerful and she is liberated,

She will stop being my shadow

But you bend the breeze to cover everyone's ears

Now no one listens

She is reduced to the shaking, slipping, spiraling

To the dusty ditch where you are there muffling her with a rag soaked in ignorance and self preservation, as you pull it away, wipe her tears, and pull her from the dirt you say you miss her

But now she is nothing worth missing

Not even to you