She’s There

Jamie Coughlan


She told me while we were driving,

She wanted to take a break,

I thought we were trying to fix it,

She said she couldn't pretend.


I never pretended with her,

And it’s my fault,

She had to pretend with me.


I drove her home and went out drinking,

I think I was in shock,

I didn't feel it yet.

Yet.


She says she still loves me,

And will try to forgive,

But the pain increases,

With my realisation.


She is my home,

And I threw away the key.

I wait and hope,

that she'll give me a new one.


Each day crawls by and I think of her.

Constantly.


I close my eyes. she's there.

I open them. she's there.

I drink too much. She's there.

I curse my idiocy, foolishness and selfishness.


She's There.




Jamie Coughlan is a writer living in Ireland.


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