The Day

I returned to the place as a young child to the day he left.
The day he walked out of my life in handcuffs.
The day I thought I could have drowned in my own tears.
The day I began to shut down.
To shut down, in my heart and my mind.
The day I learned to begin guarding my heart from those you love and even those who are supposed to love you.
The day I learned that I could not stand naked before someone, holding my heart in my hands.
The day I learned what it meant to be abandoned.
The day that the seed was planted of hurt, loneliness, and suffering.
The day the seed of bitterness was planted in my heart of the person who left me behind.
The day reality became unbearable.