By Jocelyn Coultre
I see you. Hair dyed brown, but it’s still you.
I blink, and the memories come rushing back. Staying up to watch the stars, picnics in the park, dancing in the rain, all the memories that could never be replaced.
I blink.
Raising voices, slamming doors, arguments that ended in tears and regret.
I blink.
Broken glass on the floor, taste of iron in my mouth, the emergency room spinning as nurses rush around me.
I blink.
The “I’m sorry’s,” the millions of unanswered apologies, the calls, your tears, begging for me to take you back.
I blink…
…and you’re gone.
Powerful and beautifully written.
Great description on how powerful and destructive love can be told in 101 words. Well done
I loved the phrase “destructive love”
Wow! You captured this intimate partner violence so well
Thank you!
Nice use of repetition!