Breaking

I've been watching it for days now. In socks. Pitching cigarettes off of the porch. The sun is out but it doesn't matter. The pain is the same.

The routine is the same. Out in the afternoon, drink, stumble, pass out, smoke, sleep it off. All quietly. She leaves in the morning. She always comes back.

It is mostly the same. But today I think that I see him sobbing. And my heart breaks for him.