Departed

Silent sighs
That come in threes
I count them out
With shaky knees
Don’t fold
Don’t falter
Or try to alter
Still, the frigid cold.
The ice that burns
And penetrates
The lie that hurts
And reverberates
No action without consequence.
I take my stance
He takes my hands
And places them
In no man’s land.
He does not care
I cannot bear to see him go.
To walk away
Like automn leaves
Breeze, blow through the trees.
Alone, as such
I’m cold to touch
Skin flaking, peeling, dry.
My battle cry
Was never heard
For he ensured
That with my silence
End would come
To acts of violence
Hold my tongue
And he’d hold his fist
That is – til he got pissed
Then all hell
And all it’s pain
Siphon into my vein
I hold my tongue
He holds his gun
So softly now I go
Into the blue blue light