by Lunna Raven

Waiting, waiting for you to discover my absence.

You call me twice instead of texting, I don’t answer. Then, a one word text, which had a taste of confusion, no reply from my part. I can almost imagine how you’re acting this very moment, maybe not.

I don’t know if you’re happy, relieved or pissed… most likely pissed.

I couldn’t handle any more of your anger outbursts, your yelling, your put downs, being afraid of you and how far would it go next time.

There’s no love left in me for you.

10:42pm, LAX