Broken Dishes Make Good Knives

"I woke, startled, to find your side of the bed empty. The coolness that emanated from chilled sheets pierced through me with great abandon. It was then that I remembered what had transpired between us... "

  "I left you sleeping there alone in the deepest part of the night. I know it wasn't the right way to handle it. I was angered, at you, at myself, at the fact that we couldn't move past the noise. I had to get away from you as fast as I could. I didn't stop to think how my actions would affect you..."

"I was washing the dishes, do you remember, looking out at the backyard and probably daydreaming. I heard you unlock the door and set your stuff down. When I turned to greet you I saw something unusual in your eyes.It made me uncomfortable. You had a bad day. I was pretty sure of it. But I asked anyway. That's when it started..."

"Was I trying to hurt you? Probably. I was annoyed when I walked through the door and you were at the sink. In that instance, I realized that you loved me more than I could love you. I don't know how something like that could happen. Things had always been easy for us. Our friendship started with a casual meeting in the park. Do you remember we had been reading the same book? I felt such a connection to you that day. And now here we are 6 years later, falling apart..."


"Our voices erupted with volcanic explosive force. Neither one of us actually hearing each other. Neither of us really knowing why we were yelling. There was built up tension swirling in the house for weeks. I had forgotten to do the laundry, you had forgotten to mow the lawn. I had forgotten to pay a bill, you forgot the grocery list. How that caused such  dramatic circumstances I don't think I will ever know..."


"You know I drove for hours in so many different directions. I don't know where I was trying to go. With the music blaring and the windows open I was sure of one thing, I wanted to forget you. But I couldn't. Every note rang in my ears with words you whispered. Every melody played out as images of you through my mind. Every road I traveled, held a bit of your scent on the breeze..."

"I tried to go back to sleep but the bed felt so big. "

"I wound up driving back to the house."

"You didn't come in."

"No. I couldn't."

"Why?"

"I don't know...I couldn't face you"

"I miss you."

"I miss the idea of you..."

"I love you."

"I loved you."

"So this is goodbye?"

"It has to be."

We both walked away. Without glancing back.