A Silent Tear

After all he has done and all the lies he has told, it is still his heavy hand she holds. And if her soul would not ache and if her heart would not break, she would leave him their without a clue, without a care, that is what she would do. But their love, she feared, she could not replace, her heart a cold and empty space. And a silent tear rolled down her face. And as his rage and anger left his face and shame and sorrow took their place, he stood there crying at her door. Telling her he loves and needs her more and more, he makes the same broken promises he has made so many times before. A tear rolls down her cheek as she opens the door, she holds him tight and tells him it will be alright. She helps him into bed, he falls asleep as she gently strokes his head. Picking up the broken plates she thinks of all the dreams they had, a life of love and happiness and all that might have been now nothing more than a shattered faraway dream. She sits in her silence, deafened by her screams. As she lay down in bed that night he pulled her close and held her tight, she did not bother to put up a fight. And a silent tear rolled down her cheek as she closed her eyes and fell asleep. She heard the front door slam, and in he stormed with his heavy hand. Bearing rage and anger she had not seen before she ran to the bedroom and locked the door. As the door flew open she screamed with fright, please baby please not tonight. He did not hear her cries and pleas', and quickly they were replaced by screams. Picking herself up off the floor she ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. He cries on the other side of the door, I love you and need you more and more. He makes the same broken promises he has made so many times before. A tear rolls down her cheek as she opens the door, she holds him tight and tells him it will be alright. She helps him into bed, he falls asleep as she gently strokes his head. Picking up the broken plates a smile comes across her face, my soul it will not ache and my heart it will not break. Holding a jaggered piece of broken plate, so softly she whispers, it is time to leave this place. And a silent tear rolls down her face.