These are three separate poems for the prompt "one word"
We are born with a limited number of words
They told me as I held you in my arms.
Though it was painfully beautiful,
You had only one.
All hope for a better life without him
Locked away with the hope he would return
And even though there is no shadow on the door,
Not a single thought of her crosses his mind,
The drawer remained locked.
She had swallowed the key.
You were drunk.
Still, I gave them to you.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
I didn’t know it would be the last.