that day
when she realised
there was
something better
than the love
we effortlessly shared

That painful day
when she threw
the portraits of our love
out the window
from the 7th floor
that best kept
the scent of her new love
she thought out loud
Oblivious to the sounds
that escaped from her lips

It was a cloudy day
that promised rain drops of my tears
enough to feed the soil
to destruction
that I realised
that perhaps
it was okay
to not fight at all
for the milk that already
adorned the tiles
of our house
the minute she uttered
"please don't wait up for me"