You are sitting there in the living room with your shoes on and your hat.
And the tv is off which is impossible.
And there are suitcases beside you.
You say you are leaving. That much I can see for myself.
You say you shouldn’t have come here in the first place.
You say I don’t love you.
You say you read that in my diary.
I don’t say anything.
Clearly, you have helped yourself to my words.
You say the driver will be here for you any minute and he is.
I say goodbye.
The first time you left me you snuck away like coward and I nearly died of grief and rage.
But you begged to come back.
Maybe I wanted to see you walk away like a man; watch you walk out the door with your shoes on and your hat.
Maybe I wanted to remember you as the back of a hat and two sets of white knuckles clutching your suitcases.
Sad and a little bitter, Diana, not your usual happy stuff; I hope it is not current.
David: New story, old event! Not “current”! I don’t paint a lot in dark colors, but I can when I need to.
I think to remember this “event”. You have a better man now!
Yes, you do remember it. Ugh. Puck was the smartest one of us all. 🙂