24 hours have passed,
We’ve not spoken, I have left him alone.
After all the Fuck Off’s & screaming,
stomping and glaring, anger & hate he’s crashed,
another bit of him lost forever, frailer, more lost he hides under the sheets in the dark, weighted down, secure, safe.
He’s feeling guilty, remorseful, ashamed and even more broken. I now have to try and glue him back together, there is always new bits missing, new holes where he used to be.
One day there’ll be nothing left but the memory of the shape of him.