That night I stayed
in the hotel room,
desperately trying to get a hold
of the person
cared for me,
would tell me to run,
run away from what would become
to a narcissist,
spent crying myself to sleep,
working all hours
to maintain everyone’s expectations,
to be in close proximity with someone
and feel achingly lonely.
Alcohol to cover up the heartbreak.
Gossip to hide my own feelings.
and ending with a gun on the table
as another man forced himself on me
and our union unravelled because
my beloved just walked away as I
called for help.
But when I got a hold of her that night,
she told me to stay.
That was the proper thing to do.
So I did.