A Heart Breaking
Patt
Walking into the loft, I could hear a very odd sound?
Taking my coat off, I turned and looked around.
Where was it coming from and why?
The sound alone made me want to cry.
I knew I would have to do my best.
Make him get over the rest.
Walking up the stairs, I looked to see if he was still there.
He was still crying, and called out, "Blair."
As I sat on the bed, I looked over at the man I adore.
I tried to touch him more than I ever did before.
"I need you to move, Chief. I need you to not come back."
"Please don’t make this harder, just go downstairs and pack."
"What did I do? Please tell me what I did wrong?"
I pleaded with the man that owned my heart, as if it was a song.
"I don’t want to talk about it, I never want to see you again."
"Jesus Christ, Jim, you can’t even tell me what I did or when?"
"Leave now Chief, and things will go back to being fine."
"Fuck you, Jim." I said as I wiped tears trailing down in a line.
"Get out of my house Blair, you aren’t welcome here."
I don’t know what’s going on, but I am filled with fear.
I go downstairs and start to pack up all of my things.
I notice that many boxes are already done and tied up with string.
Jim must have done it, in a hurry to get me out of his way.
As I continue to pack, I tried to think of what I could say.
I walked over and looked down at the boxes and things were crystal clear.
Now I was suddenly aware of why I didn’t belong here.
I died in his arms and didn’t want to leave.
I walked out the door so that Jim could begin to grieve.