Ode To Bad Attitude
I turn the key.
Was it even locked?
Gently, I nudged it open.
Finding myself alone again
was not to my liking.
Maybe I should have seen it coming.
But, I forced myself to sidestep the issue.
The hurried ending of calls as I neared,
should have spoken to me,
but I paid no attention, or so I appeared.
Who could have believed all those feeble
excuses for the late suppers.
The times when “she didn’t feel like it” had
a ratio of ten to one. But I rationalized.
Well, she had been busy, only who knows at what.
But she had been busy.
And the check book, so, unusually
accurately balanced? That’s a new one.
Crap!!! She didn’t even leave the foyer light on.
I swear.
Setting the brief case down to
remove my coat, the light
suddenly came on.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY”!!!!!!!
chorused twenty voices.
© 29 Nov 2010 For Matt's "Empty Apartment" contest
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
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