We shared a moment, once. Im sure of it. Once upon a time, as the stories say. But if there ever was such a moment its long since vanished into the wind. Its spiraled away into the heavens to be watched by angels, because here we are, you and me, standing in the kitchen staring at each other, and all I see in your eyes is revulsion. Contempt. Scorn. You look as though you want me to die and disappear into the floor. I cant see any of the light that once drew me into your heart and into your head. It seems like that happened a lifetime in the past, or maybe it was only three minutes ago. I cant remember now, because Im blinded by your hate. Its gutting me. It makes me want to scream. But I wont scream. I cant let that happen, because if it does I wont be able to stop. Torrents of words will stream out, confessions, lies, truth, prose, tales from yesterday, anything to make you put away the steel thats pouring out of you. Anything to make you stop stepping towards the door. I cant believe that its come to this. Im stuck in a struggle for our future. I can hear the sound of the T.V. that we left on in the living room, and feel the thump of the neighbors stereo through the wall.