The silence becomes us and the shock fills
her eyes. My careless whisper killed our night,
brought on this fight, added tears to her sight.
Shame fills my soul and I pick up her pills,
say I’m sorry – that I didn’t mean it.
I knew this was something she could not quit.
She walks to the back, to leave me alone,
maybe talk on the phone. I stare at the
wall. That didn’t help anything at all.
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