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"Dead to the World"
"You were dead to the world--" He says to me.
Tears threaten to break from my eyes.
"-- So we just left without you."
Oh.
Right.
I see.
Okay.
Bye.
I hold the phone to my ear, tightly.
Even if it hurts.
That just because I was asleep.
They went and got our son's brithday present--
Without me.
All because I was tired.
"Kay-- s'fine" I mumble into the phone.
And then I hang up.
Swallowing back disappointment.
And the bitter taste of being a bad mother.
. . . Nothing new. . .
I know they offered to put it back.
And come home and get me.
"Well go back out and you pick it out,
with us this time."
What would be the point?
So just go on, go out without me.
Do what needs to be done.
And I'll be here.
Alone, here.
Dead to the world.
Tears threaten to break from my eyes.
"-- So we just left without you."
Oh.
Right.
I see.
Okay.
Bye.
I hold the phone to my ear, tightly.
Even if it hurts.
That just because I was asleep.
They went and got our son's brithday present--
Without me.
All because I was tired.
"Kay-- s'fine" I mumble into the phone.
And then I hang up.
Swallowing back disappointment.
And the bitter taste of being a bad mother.
. . . Nothing new. . .
I know they offered to put it back.
And come home and get me.
"Well go back out and you pick it out,
with us this time."
What would be the point?
So just go on, go out without me.
Do what needs to be done.
And I'll be here.
Alone, here.
Dead to the world.
Published 14th Jan 2014
| Edited 14th Sep 2017
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