Can’t you feel it?

Can’t you feel it breaking us?

The secret that you keep has embedded itself between us like a splinter, and the more you hold back the further it wedges itself in.

Don’t you want to be free?

I see it take its toll on you, day after day, week after week. I see the fresh bruises that overlap healing yellow ones, I see the cracks in your lips and the grind of your teeth. The skin of your knuckles that’s calloused over.

I feel when you leave at night. I feel the weight shift in the bed like it’s my world shifting off it’s axis. Everytime, I try to will myself to speak. To ask you where you’re going. To ask you what you’ve gotten yourself into. To make you promise you will come back.

What happens when one day you don’t?

Every night I stay awake and wait for you. I tuck myself into my side of the bed and tell myself that any minute now, I’ll feel the weight of your arms across my waist again.

Hours that I will never get back slip away into the night and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Nothing I can do to stop you.

Please, my love. Please, let me help you. Please, tell me what you’re doing or at least where you’re going.

Before it’s too late for us.

Before it’s too late to save you.