In The Other Room
By: Carmen Cooper
 The day I really saw her
I had no emotions.
I didn't show any.
I smiled nodded and listened to the voices being exchanged in the other room.
She was so glad to see him (not me) and happy all too glad to be back.
I could see through the key hole as he glanced back,
There was a space in his heart that I did not have the pieces for.
Only the little package bundled up had the remedy.
I had to do something but what?
I am so scared!
So mortified.
My emotions flooded me , made my heart thump so hard I nearly suffocated from the beat of it. Which made it hard to breathe which made it hard to see what was happening in the other room.
I sat in the bathtub.
I am confused.
My question was not why but how?
HOW!
After all this time... Now? How does one gain so much knowledge in a blink of an eye?
Then came the whys and the sighs, rolling of my eyes and the water that I drank while laying in water.
"how the hell does a broken heart get back together when its torn apart?"
I hummed.
The truth hurts.. It was the fact that my eyes weren't lying I know what I saw I heard the voices that weren't in my head sang a song that played yesterday. Covered my eyes with my hands took a deep breath and let the water drain.
Yes. I am aware they are in the other room but I built this and I am the only one who can tear it down. 

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