I remember the way you looked to me as if I was the adult and you were the child. I remember the door was wide open and your message was so urgent you raced to me and not to the gaping and umber-streaked door.
You told me that he left you he left us and he had taken back his promise, the vows the sacrifices. I remember hearing the words I will be here. I remember not knowing how else to feel.
I was worried not about the future not about me but about you. How you had no idea how you were you going to sleep that night.