In a moment, you threw it away.
Like the toys you tossed aside
to reach for your keys when you left.
Like the quick look you gave me,
as I watched you make that last call.
I knew I had to get myself together again,
and stop bubbling inside with emotions.
Pure anger, confusion and the thoughts that confused me.
I wanted to tell you all this but you were gone.
I looked around for the childs socks,
and knew you had taken one by mistake.
I looked around for my lipstick
and found that the lid was crushed under your leaving foot.
I can't leave the kids, even if you can.
I see your aftershaves are missing,
she will enjoy your smell as I did.
I put away the laundry knowing,
this will be the last time for you.
I fold, I iron, and I feed the kids,
whose faces remind me of you forever.
I finally lay down in the bed that you left,
and look up at the ceiling alone.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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