Guilt

There’s a gnawing in his stomach but he won’t cry

There are tears forming in his eyes that won’t drop

He’s letting choice consume him with guilt, someone else’s choice

He couldn’t control the bottle in her hand, the drowning of her demons mixed with pills

Olive branches that were wet while burning smoked and choked the air from the room

Second chances were offered and while the branches burned the room went dark

They’re not together now, and that’s the bite of it, separated without proper parting

Her head slammed forward and hit the tub while her throat filled with fluid

She didn’t make it this time

She was found on the floor

Her boxes packed to move on to her next chapter will be taped shut

He’s not ok, and he won’t talk about it

She is gone though she never meant to leave like this

There are no answers and the guilt is heavy, packed in the same boxes taped shut