Walk Away

It's over once again. The empty convenants echo around his hollow room. This only reinforces her resolve.


It's unfortunate how she became the helpless satellite. Revolving now around him spilling out unrequited affections to a broken receiver. In times like these one has to wonder if there was ever a single moment when the other party joined in the communication. Perhaps they did listen once, but there was never a response. It was blind faith, it was senseless devotion that kept her soul entranced, kept her moving on. Now she's so far off course, and he still isn't providing any insight.


Filthy walls and windows decorate the world in which they live. Everything around is too painful to gaze upon, and it's impossible to squint hard enough to catch a glimpse of anything going on outside. She thinks she can hear the neighborhood kids again. They're playing basketball in the streets, and they feel so alive. And they are so innocent. She wishes she could be innocent again.


We are all anything but.


His chest pumps up and down lazily, his eyes closed, his mind turned a million miles away from her. She says a prayer to the man upstairs. It's not some overbearing plea for salvation. It's not an unshakeable faith in something she hopes will someday plant her gardens and wake her from her terrible nightmares. It's more like begging for some pity.


Now she's standing up. The sheets are falling round in perfect cirlces. She's never witnessed anything more beautiful. They're doves and angels all at once fluttering softly to the ground for rest after some weary endeavor; rushing gallantly to the abyss trampling over everything along the way simply to light her path to freedom. They are her answer. Lying about her feet in quiet submission and absolute servitude to her will. She's up....and walking out the door.


She's up. And she is never coming back again.