2 months in
Im breaking down the door
to say goodbye
its all too much
screws, bolts, and screams catching in my throat
rattling handles get no response

6 months and
faults stand up-right
feeding themselves
solids and solitude

Pet names now muttered through pursed lips.

12 months
12-plus texts
12 syllable excuses

1 year 6 months
your lap warmed by another
excuses at the ready
answers never unearthed

2 years
I love you
Filtered
through im sorry

3 years
obligatory outings
ominous lulls
sheets lay undisturbed

4,5, and 6 fell
parachutes long forgotten

1 ring
deserted.