We sit next to each other as we always have for the last ten years. Staring at the television, watching but not really seeing. No words are needed.
I tried my best to make you love me. Cooked. Cleaned. Looked after you. I longed for warmth; you gave me coldness instead. I cried; you laughed. Your eyes said it all, cold with hatred. Your punches and kicks too.
Ten years of bruises. A decade of pain. Copious tears.
Today, however there’s a smile on my lips.
Your eyes are still cold but this time, there’s no life in them.
(c) Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (1st July 2016)