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.