my ears are eager for footsteps, hoping for them to be soft and gentle – a precursor to a soft and gentle apology, the apology I know is owed to me. I hear nothing but silence. no footsteps. no calm knock. I accept that he’s not coming, but I can’t accept that he’s not changing. I’m sitting on the floor, knees to my chest, I’m no longer waiting for him to come in to apologize. but I’m still waiting for us to go back to the couple we used to be.
