Beginning Of The End

The other day it was as bad as the  day before, he did the same thing that he does every day. All in a days work he would say. Then one day he noticed she was gone. All her things were packed and that was the beginning of the end. One day at a time the water ran under the bridge, clean and clear as if it was once again pure. Knowing it is not, he grabs for a drink and he drinks. Not giving to anyone he holds selfish to himself. No feelings nor love flows from his veins. He is as a rock. Cold and hard as if he was old and baron. Long were the days when he knew how to hold love in his heart, he only knew what it was to take and fall back to sleep. She was lost, lost in the hopes that one day he would come back alive and hold her as he once did. Maybe this was a dream or a nightmare. Surely it was not what anyone in their right mind would even think of wanting.