Please
It is a word I've been using a lot. Please. "Please don't do this, please don't be angry, please hear me, please help me". The pattern is old and entrenched, and I am well into despair. Please don't do this , is when he puts on his coat and says, his voice quiet and low "I'm going". That is when the tsunami of panic hits me and I shatter. At this point I will not, cannot let go of him. I hold onto his legs, I am hysterical. He says - voice controlled, quiet and low: "let go, fuck off, just get off me" I'm dissolving in terror. His tone becomes more angry He shouts at me "I can't even leave my own house, fucking hell, just fuck off!" My eyes are shut, I'm holding on to the fracturing edge of the universe. I'm holding onto nothing, no one. No hand reaches out. No kind word is given. Between my arms, he is nothing except a tiny shard of mirror glass. Hologrammatically it contains all my memory of love. It fi