No Tears
I almost cried today as I surveyed the days work
which rendered the semi-mansion-
a gutless rendition of the Perfect Home.
A smell of few but sweet memories grasping at my throat
as though human hands were choking me...
I closed my eyes for a few lingering moments
letting myself drift
with the smell, taste and feel of pleasant times.
The times we laughed, the times we made love,
the very few times our souls touched.
A smile curled at my lips,
remembering the time I coaxed you
into making love on our big porch,
rain coming down hard as daylight disappeared.
I opened my eyes as I felt the possibility of tears...
forcing myself to the realization
that a few good moments do not a marriage make.
Making myself remember your evil heart
but mostly, your inability to let yourself love me.
No tears.
Quickly I walked out
locking the door on nearly a decade of my life
...without a backward glance.
