he held up a shard of my soul

curious and content

before complete destruction

in that moment

I had hope

My own thoughts wielded a dagger, and carved a hole of self-loathing in my heart. It's never hurt worse.

Picking up my Blackberry I read the words "I don't think it's going to work". Eighteen months gone.

When I thought I would never see you again.

He drove up to the house and said: "I want my ring" with tears, heart breaking, I removed the yarn.