When she swigged back wine before work, you knew that she was damaged.
When she pushed your TV over and cried on the stairs, you understood. Thinking we were finished, she whispered to herself, "I will never find love." You shook your head, held her close and kissed away her tears.
Every night she trembled in your arms with harrowing nightmares. Shushing her back to gentle sleep brought the greatest happiness you’ve known.
Later she accused you of rape over an imagined affair.
Even now you think of her, sleeping unloved and unshushed. You hope that she has found someone.
© Kevin Owen