after all.....

I remember me begging
you were naked
beautiful
in the bathtub

our children possess so much of me
you will not be able to handle the repercussions
I will not be able to handle the days absent from them

shallow refusals
stubbornness
broken promises

you were the most real woman that i ever met

twenty-two years later

change was inevitable
adaptation so it seems
complete transformation was
never part of the agreement

I still couldnt hate you

Its been seven years
our communication is a short distance from delightful
.....for the children
              of course

I do believe when our eyes connect
when there is only inches between us

when your table cloth spreads
frayed
 
when your husband is not around....

There is a flashback

the kind that our beloved feel

the ones that are supposed with near death experience

you look away
remembering

.....at least there's that.....


so i squeeze our daughter
gather up the boys and their belongings
and leave