Days Ago Poem by Samantha McKinnon

560 days ago
I agreed to be yours.
I beamed as I gave you my word,
Which meant so much
To you.
Each day
You took my hand in yours
With a care
I had never received,
A deliberation I had never seen.
And what seemed to be
A love far too good to be true.
As the days passed
Your hand no longer
Laid intertwined with mine
But across my face
You had sworn
Was the light of your life.
I told you I wanted you to be happy, not upset.
But my words seemed to ricochet off your empty chest.
510 days ago
Things seemed better:
You came to see me...
But that too proved grim.
Because 510 days ago
You took my words
And the hands you once held and crushed them on the floor.
And I cried
As you took me for yourself
And swore it meant so much to you.
And you took the sweet vanilla scent
I used to wear before you used it to set your sights on me,
and instilled the fear
That someone else just like you
Would do the same.
And you took the beauty
Of solitary walks
Beneath the night sky.
And you took my ability to trust.
And somehow,
Despite your exile,
211 days ago
You took away the one true love I had
And made me crush him,
While I promised he still meant so much to me.
And 510 days later,
It still crushes
Me too.