she left
the house was eerily quiet
songs of pain and rhythm of doubts
were the only things my heart hear.
anger and hatred started to cripple
the limbs of the family I thought were unbreakable.
the fighting was indeed over
but my whys haven't been truthfully answered yet.
there never were conversations
there never were discussions of recent events
we did not have idea it had to happen to us.
i was just told: "she left"
and that was it.
