Fragments of the Broken

The woman next the door

When I came a cross this woman,
I could see she was a definitely one of a kind.
I saw her during the day,
maintaining the house clean,
making food,
and dressing nicely every night
to wait for her husband's arrival...

I noticed she was always waiting eagerly for him.

I noticed after two hours,
maybe more, maybe less,
she would pick up the phone, and her smile would disappear,
she would hang up, and put everything away.
It was so sad to see her pick up everything, that she worked so hard on making.
I could see the fridge filled with food, this seemed to happen every night.

She picked a bottle of whisky and then after a few glasses, she would go to bed.

In the morning she would give all the food to the people on the streets with a huge smile, but I noticed her sad eyes.

She was happy about helping others, but her sadness, and pain, wouldn't fade away.

Some nights, he did come home, and she would have the most brightest smile.
Before entering this man to the house, and saw his beautiful woman, he would always arrive with a different woman, each time.
They would kiss, and then would make himself look as he just arrived from work.

She would greet him as soon as he entered,
and he would dismiss her,
or tell her that he was too tired or he wasn't on the mood.

She always kept her smile, and did as he requested, and was understanding. All she ever wanted was his presence.

One night, he came drunk to the house, after many nights of being out,
after her many tears and whisky glasses, every night.

He told her she didn't meaning anything to him,
and hit her,
maybe once, maybe twice.

That night he head straight to bed, and left extra early in the morning, as
she remained in the kitchen with an empty glass of whisky.

Such a beautiful woman,
with such a horrible monster,
Why would she stay?
She deserves better, instead of always obey

That day,
she didn't follow her routine,
she was deep in her thoughts,
standing against the wall in the kitchen.
There were no tears,
just sad eyes,
and then I saw it all, unfold in front of me

She went to the room and didn't came out until the night.

She locked the doors,
although she knew he wouldn't come,
cooked dinner for two and dressed with one of her most sexiest clothes.
She ate her dinner and drinked a glass of wine,
I didn't know what to think as I saw her with my eyes

She left the other plate intact and cleaned everything else

Then she went to the room and I saw her, she had put everything in boxes and a luggage case.

Then went to the garage, and took everything that belonged to her, and  left in her car.

Morning came, and at night the man came to the house
He didn't found her.
He never saw her again.
She never once looked back, when she left.

A few years passed,
and I left my house to looked for a place of my own.

Over the years  the man was looked very lonely,
and although he always surrounded  with different women in his arms.

He seemed empty,
none of them could replace the one who left in her own car.

One day,
on a journey of my own,
I came across a beautiful woman with the most wonderful smile,
She seemed happy,
and I couldn't help but to let out a cry,
for I saw again that beautiful smile, that was owned by the woman next door
The one I grew seeing as a child.