What do I do?
What do I do?
She paced back and forth
across the small room.
She sat in the corner
and tangled her fingers
through her hair as the
tears ran down her face.
Her lungs screamed and
her thoughts saw it as a competition.
They screamed what did I do
and her lungs screamed for air.
He walked in the room
and found her curled in
a ball on their bed,
calm and fast asleep.
He sighed and sat next to her.
The pillow under her head
and her face were both
tear stained and a little damp.
He walked out the door,
leaving a note before he left.
Just in case he thought
before grabbing the car keys.
She woke up and the
feeling of panic was
gone until she heard
the door open.
Pillow in hand, she went
to investigate.
What do I do? echoed once more
but was silent when she turned the corner.
What did I do,
she asked, letting the
pillow land with a
soft thud at her feet.
She walked up to him
as he wound his arms
around her waist.
What did I do to get someone like you?
Her favorite take out
was on the counter
next to her favorite coffee.
Her face was buried in his shoulder.
He smiled down at her.
You were yourself
and that's all you need
to do and all that you need to be.