Twenty Three

I acted like I didn't smell the alcohol seeping out of your pores.
I ignored the spilled beer on the kitchen floor and walked straight to my room.
I went to sleep, knowing it's better to leave you to wallow in your heartache than give you a pep talk that would end in tears.

I didn't expect to wake up to your vomit in the hallway.
I never thought I'd stumble over your limp body in the bathroom.
I always thought you'd live to see love again.

I was wrong.