Down, Down, Down the Rabbit Hole
Did you want to come back home? Were you
buying me coffee but thinking of them? Did
your housekeys start to open their door and
lock ours? When I held your hand was I just
a placeholder, again?
Where did you meet and how often would
you kiss? How did you feel when I’d go to
hug you but miss? Did you mean to ignore
me, to make me question myself? Should
I remove our son’s trophies and toys from
his bedroom shelf?
Do I need to buy packing boxes and contact
a lawyer? Are they why we never finished
watching the show that we started? How do they
take their coffee, or do they prefer tea? Is it
wrong I’ve looked at our savings, what I
could afford if in court we bartered.
What I’d like to know is what I did wrong
and when you first felt it… a slow recognition
or a match suddenly lit. If it might have been
different had I realised sooner… would the
fallout be less, the aftermath affect fewer.
But I don’t want to know who they are, even their
name – if they love you, feel guilty or don’t
give a damn. I’m not interested if you prefer
their smell or their laughter and their eyes. I
have one question left: can you tell me, who I am?
Copyright © Thomas Harrison | Year Posted 2021
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