Darkness and pocketful of empty promises.

I woke up one day to you telling me that you were scared of me, I laughed and went back to sleep saying, 'You should be'.

I am a practitioner of avoidance and you came home to me putting on my running shoes.

I froze and said, 'I think I liked it better when you weren't here, at least my emotions weren't slipping'.

You said, 'Okay' and we both knew that stopping me now was futile.

I was almost out the door when you said in the tiniest, little voice, that I almost missed it, 'Do you want me to leave?'

I don't know how long we stood there, maybe it was seconds, maybe it was days.

I opened the door and said, 'No'; running out I said, 'I might come back someday' and ran into the on going traffic.

When something hit me and you looked at me frantic with tears in your eyes, I laughed out loud and said, 'or I might not.'

I kept laughing and stepped into the light, leaving you with darkness and a pocketful of empty promises.