I remember
walking through the steamy night
mid July
after it had rained for hours upon hours
upon hours
hoping to catch a glimpse
of your bright red truck
to confirm my dream,
you had finally come home.
I remember the sweet smell
of rum
when you kissed me hello
I should have known not to hold onto that kiss forever
for it was also a goodbye.
I remember
the fight
the fright
of sitting all alone in a dark room
listening to breaking objects,
my emotions.
In the morning it rained
for hours and hours again
but I refused to take another walk.
