tears.

it’s a sunday evening.

he said you guys had a whole week

to think about things.

another rough patch, another disagreement.

is it worth continuing?

you think so.

it’s a monday morning.

you dread going back and

seeing his face.

you dread the entire week,

not sure what’s going to happen.

you face the day regardless,

you hope for the best.

it’s a monday afternoon.

he approaches you and your friends.

pulling you aside, he says the thing

you hoped you wouldn’t hear.

you hug him

one

last

time.

he leaves,

leaving you in tears,

watching your friends

hug you, tell you

it’s going to be ok

as the tears flow heavily.

but will it?

it’s three months later,

an early wednesday afternoon.

everyone is out walking.

darling, this is not your day.

she came out of nowhere,

attacking you because she

didn’t know better.

you spend a day excused from class,

some of your closest friends there

with you.

once more, the tears flow.

what have you done to deserve this?

unexpectedly, he comes in at lunch.

you’re standing there,

fucked up face, swollen finger,

dirty jacket.

he comes over to you,

offering a hug.

in this moment,

a million memories flash back.

you’re surrounded by his scent

once again,

enveloped in his arms -

a place you didn’t think you’d

ever be again.

he tells you

he heard what happened.

he wanted to make sure

you were ok.

how do you tell him

you really aren’t?

how do you tell him

your heart still aches?

how do you tell him

the truth?

simple.

you don’t.

you look at him,

tell him you’re ok.

lie to his face,

hope the tears don’t flow

once again.

darling, you’ll be ok someday.

it’s going to seem rough now

but it will all work out

the way it was meant to.

-m.s.