It Sits Heavy

It Sits Heavy

The rain sits heavy on his furrowed brow.

He bows his head and cries, the tears matching the flow of the falling precipitation.

She has left and there is nothing left to hold onto.

Life seeps slowly out from the hole in his back,

as the red rain puddle at his feet widens into a pool of grief.

It was the drugs that made her do it.

Or that's at least what he keeps telling himself

in the waning hours of his life, marriage and soul.

The cavernous black holes around her eyes,

the purple and blue mesh of spots on her arms;

these were signs, signs of denial, signs of hate, signs of forgetting...

...she had to forget, and forget she did.

She forgot about the life they had shared,

the boy, the goldfish, the cocker spaniel.

She forgot about the spark, the twinkle and the happiness.

She forgot about it all as she walked away from him,

A warm 35mm clutched fiercely in her grip.