The Weight

Long, gruelling minutes pass us by as we stare into each other's eyes. No words are exchanged, only pitiful looks. This is not where either of us want to be. We must be here. We must accept this fate. He blinks twice and I blink once quickly to pull back the waterworks. Memories shared, knew me better than I knew myself. Pounds of love gone, miles of smiles untraceable.

He knew the ropes, he knew my steps, my laugh, my weakness, my sister. Little did he know about the fights, the hospital visits and the dinners when he signed up.

He is no longer mine. He is hers. He does not look back. He only looks through me as he would a wall with her on the other side, waiting for him to leave me.