Tonight was the night
we had our last conversation
four forever years ago.
You were so tired and nervous, said
his mom had taken the kids overnight
so you could be alone with him
after all your time apart.
In the closet hiding, I saw you-
bright reds, purples, endless black
the colors of your fear dancing
violently while I tried in vain
to find the white glow within closed eyes
fading after all these years.
Yet you still give me subtle signs
that you’re okay- a certain song or memory
vibrant cardinals, peaceful feelings
warm fuzzies when I need them most
but all I really want to know is-
what happened on this night
four forever years ago
that made you pull the trigger
the very next day?
Prompt inspiration: Poetry Jam- Connections