The gentile squeak as it stops.
The bang as the car door closes and the creak of the gate.
The door knob rattles.
I hold my breath, teeth clenched as I see your face.
You're scowling again.
What is it now?
"How was your day?"
And like that you are back out the door, leaving the tension behind.
I am suffocating in it.
When you smile my heart skips a beat.
It is like sunshine fills my heart and birds my ears.
But your smile?
I haven't seen in a while.
Have I done something wrong?
Talk to me.
Just talk to me.
It's easy to be mad when the scowl is so frequent.
I want to help you, but I can't if you don't let me.
Let me in. I am stronger than you know.
Frustration fills me.
I feel the tug as you pull me down with you.
Is this what you want?
To drag me under.
You're drowning me.