(Note: This is an experiment in flash fiction, presented as a poem. Enjoy!)
I sit Alone
By David Andre Davison
It’s late at night, and I sit alone,
My iPod is silent, as is my phone.
She’s still at work, the hours are long,
But I can’t shake the feeling, that something’s wrong.
It’s getting late, and I begin to doubt,
Then she comes in drunk, and we have a bout.
I’m assured it’s innocent, a party at work,
If I disagree with her, she calls me a jerk.
Caution was thrown to the wind, a generation apart,
But the love seemed real, a great marriage from the start.
Now she loves her independence and a new career,
While my days are behind me, as is my luck I fear.
Has she found a replacement, a place away from home?
Or is she part of the social circuit, in the bars she’ll roam.
Meanwhile the loneliness, gnaws away at my strength,
My body grows old, years become shorter in length.
Did I make the right decision, thinking she’d come home to me?
Have I simply allowed, my imagination to roam free?
I’m not the same man she married, I don’t party all night,
Instead I need my sleep, because I don’t have the energy to fight.
Although I try to share my feelings, it falls on deaf ears,
For the next night she’s out with friends, having a few beers.
It’s late at night again, and I sit all alone,
My wife’s out with friends; no message on my phone.
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