She didn’t want to be alone.

Instead you declined,
Letting her go.

Alone she went,
A bit too trusting.
She drank away,
Making the mistake.
She tumbled in,
Awoken in a bed.

Here I lay,
In this bed.
With you creeping into the room with shame,
Like a child who broke it’s mother's vase
Making your best effort to stay quiet.

You snake your way into the blankets,
Hiding yourself underneath the layers.
I rest my hand on your shaking shoulder.

Your voice cracked as you spoke.
You were a dove.
A dove that’s body coaligned with a window,
Only to be brought to the ground,
Stopped.

Now you lay, flat.
With the blood seeping through your knuckles.
For the rage externalized,
And here I lay, left.
Left with an anchor which has finally sunk.