I staggered into our front door this morning br and I can't find the broken home br I feel like we have br because you take good care of the place br while I can't manage to take care of myself. br Dragging myself through the kitchen I br tip my king over in the chess br game we were playing br I know you're just learning the game br but I'm sure you know that means I forfeit. br I can feel the warm alcohol tinge to my br sweat this morning br the soft metallic taste invoking more memories br than I want to admit br I struggle to take in the br glimmer of dust floating through br seeping in light br everything else with its soft haze around it. br I kind of thought everything would fall into place br for us this year br but until death do us part seems like a sick joke br with how much we've struggled br to make it through the first week. br I walk into the bathroom and remove my ring br I always wanted that groove in my br finger from a ring settling in br getting comfortable and making itself br a home br But I've never managed to make myself br someone you can live with. br I had hoped we could rest upon each others bones br when they got too old to hold us on their own. br I dropp into our bed and my head swims br will dull ache and deep remorse br as the future we planned blots itself out br another victim of broken and fermented promises.