An intangible string of vowels waiting to be released

It’s been a fucking long day;
one of those rather gritty days
that belong in European cinema.
Hence, why I must refer to it
as a ‘fucking long day’
and not just a ‘long day.’
I don’t know how up to date
you all are, if at all,
but the woman I love
moved out of our home
three days ago.

The man she was staying with
was not her lover,
only someone with a ‘slight’ crush,
but, this aside,
I am finally sat with a beer,
a cigarette
and her.

Now, please don’t misread me here:
She did not really come back to me
of her own accord.
You see, in life you will meet
many different types of people
and every once in a while,
the chances are,
you’re going to meet a real life psychopath.
An all-out psychology degree wielding,
creatine absorbing, self-confessed bull of man.

Well, he had taken quite a liking to my darling
so much so that he had sat in bars
waiting for her without her knowing,
so much so that he wouldn’t allow her
to have a lock on her door.
So much so that he would have to take a nap
every time she showered.
So much so that neither of us are sure
where my house-keys are at the moment.
And now, my painting for you is complete.

After an unfed day moving her out
of Ted Bundy’s house
I am finally sat with a beer
and a cigarette
watching her move around the house.
I am a mixture of worried and extremely warm,
but I can’t say too much,
I must leave it here
so I can get up,
put my arms around her
and kiss her forehead.