It was Monday
Lunch may
Have been tasty
Somewhere
Where she wasn’t
Thinking of her friend
Seen his number
Decided not to call
Back
That wasn’t the way to treat him
Then
Again
Would he want to hear
Be the shoulder
That soaked up the tears
Of her marriage
Coming to an end
Or would he just pretend
It wasn’t affecting him
His pride
Belonged to
Men among men
Would she have to
Lose her clothes
Go past the barriers of –
Or was she just afraid
Of rejection
Too soon
Too soon
The reality of choice
Is that when the choice
You want
Is the only choice
You have
How do you know if it’s the choice
You want
Time
She needed it
To soak it all in
She had remembered
On that Saturday morning
How empty the house had been
No husband
After sleeping and waking
Finally noticing the letter
Written out in terms
Unexpected
Her heart
It truly burned
Amicably
Agreeing without being asked
To weekends
With their daughter
Taking different turns
How could life be so cruel
Was she just a fool
What did she have to offer
So she didn’t
Return his calls
Small
The feeling
Couldn’t escape
Claustrophobic
Heart is open
Close it
With her friend inside
You don’t suppose
It’s ever going to change
He
Would never look at she
“The problem,
Is it him or is it me?”
Were questions that circled
The hurt
The pain
Would she love
Again
That wasn’t the question
Or it wasn’t as important as
Would she be loved again
Shouldn’t she be happy
Freedom
The sentence
To death
Parting
Had been dissolved
Resolved itself
She was the victim
Absolved
But what’s left
An empty house
An ex angry spouse
No one to hear her
Loneliness
And her child
The thought
Didn’t take away the mile
In her shoes
Were heavy weights
But for that second
She was able to
Smile