Plans

It’s funny how your heart can be broken by silence. No hurtful words, no gnashed teeth or flying spittle, just the gentle drift of the tide away from your shoreline.

I felt like I was in another world, adrift in thought as they continued to pack his bags. It was like the world had taken a breath and was waiting to let it out, nothing to hear but the sound of your heart beating in your ears and your chest straining to get more air in, straining so hard that your body shakes and your ribs feel like they’re going to crack.

These thoughts came to me and I dismissed them just as quickly as the poetic shit they were. Maybe that’s why they were leaving. Being in another world is pretty selfish if you’re not taking them with you into it.

I should have done better, I should have shared more. I had so many plans and provisions. Did they know that? Should I tell them? They're right there, zipping up their bag. I could reach out and touch their arm. Tell them about all the things I want to do, all the things I could do – my plans and provisions.