We drive to my place after a dinner filled with booze and silence
I share my pain, you share yours
You run away in anger, I sit in tears and silence.
Was it my fault? Did I say something wrong?
My tears stream down my face and create a pool in my chest.
This sadness feels like home. The fear, the pain, the self-blame all feel like a blanket of comfort.
I cry and cry like I haven’t in years because I stand alone with you in my home.
Scared you will walk away and never come back. I’m not sure why shutter in fear of this inevitable fact.
Ambrace 