When It Happened...
The door was not locked.
He put the key in, it swung slowly
Groaning slightly as it swayed..
She didn’t take much,
Some books and pictures
He took inventory quickly
always knew
She had a light touch.
He half expected
To find a note of explanation
On the table by the door
She didn’t leave one.
She’d washed the dishes
And left some lunch meat in the frig
Bread on the counter, swept the floor
And left the bed done.
It wasn’t for him
It was the trap she’d fallen into
Worried more about opinion
Than her own pain.
He got a cold beer
Lit a cigarette and sat down
by the window, in the dark
To watch the spring rain.
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