Hands shaking, heart breaking,
I slide my key into the lock, opening the door.
Slowly, I walk inside,
Fighting a fear I have never known before.
Immediately, I am assaulted with a smell
Which my brain immediately knows, is death.
My heart, however, cannot accept this.
It fights for a different reason,
For this unknown scent assaulting me.
Slowly, I climb the stairs,
Calling your name.
I hesitate in front of your door;
Knowing that once I open it
My life will be changed forever.
I turn away, wanting to walk away
Not able to confront what awaits me.
Finally, I knock, and call “Baby?”
My hand reaches for the doorknob,
Time has slowed, to a point
Where I feel as if I am underwater,
Living a never-ending nightmare.
This can’t be real.
Against my will, I push the door open.
And, as I inherently knew –
Your life, and mine – is over.