If I had seen it coming I wouldn’t have cried so
much I might’ve been more prepared
as if I could pack a survival kit
for months of recovery.

But instead there were no warning signs

nothing to give me a clue

for when you would crush me hard
between your fists,

ugly, and ******, broken on your floor.

I had seen it coming I could have forgiven you
as I grew smaller, held your hand,

said I love you more than you’ll ever know.
But it was sudden

overnight within seconds you left me, an old glove
fallen out of your warm coat pocket
into a puddle, too old and used up to save.