devestation.

i stood in the doorway to the laundry room
listening intently to the words rolling off her tongue
a grenade, lit and thrown into the depths of my life
exploding, ripping apart all that i've known, all that i've loved

denial.

months and months pass, still i do not give in to the tears
constantly welling behind my bloodshot eyes, waiting
i play through it, time after time, not understanding the outcome of it all
but understanding that things will change from today forward

natural disaster.

i listen intently and watch as she cries herself to sleep every night
a lost love, a broken marriage, a life ripped from beneath her
not knowing quite what to say to bring her back to life
she dies more and more, right before my eyes.

lawyers and threats.

a broken girl and a smaller sister, watching on as mom sees the lawyer
she signs the papers and sends them to dad, he signs them too and sends them back
and six months from now, my family will be officially torn apart
the children are crying, mom is silently dying and dad is half a world away

fond memories, forgotten.

she will never forget those tiny little fights, the looks they both gave
but she still does not understand how love can grow so cold
photos that once lined the walls, taken down, shoved into boxes
the love they once shared is nothing more than a fond memory, forgotten.