Calling

He calls to me.

I hear him everywhere I go.

I see him in the crowds of people that surround me.

The ache in his heart.

He broke me.

I broke him to save myself.

To be better for the little girls who look to me for life's answers

I see the hurt in his eyes at drop off.

The oldest looks just like him, acts like he used to when we were young.

I will never be completely free of him.

Now I look forward to her face when I wake up.

Our wedding just 96 days away.

He still calls to me.

I choose to hear the calm of a faraway forest.

There, you can scream, and no one will hear.

One day I'll hear nothing, not a sound.

His heart will mend.

He will stop calling.