September 23, 2016 6:45 am
Putting his things in boxes,
Placing them on the wet grass by the street,
Rain on my face, stinging.
Tears in my eyes, also stinging.
Anger, hot in my heart because, stupidly
I believed.
Changing sheets, changing locks,
Changing passwords, changing banks.
Doubt should have prevailed.
Sanity could have prevailed.
My trust was his tool and, stupidly
I believed.
His books and tools and clothes resided
In open boxes on rain-damp grass,
And later he found them on Sylvia’s grass
Because some things never change.
He was a lesson learned because, stupidly
I believed.
1998 Boxing Up Michael by Connie J. Jasperson © 2016 All Rights Reserved
Posted by conniejjasperson
Categories: #FlashFictionFriday, Poetry
Tags: Flash Fiction Friday, Poetry, poetry of divorce, poetry of marriage
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Alas, I cannot help but recall that horrible film “Boxing Helena.” Pardons!
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By Stephen Swartz on September 23, 2016 at 8:23 am
!!! Who knows what I was channeling in 1998!
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By conniejjasperson on September 23, 2016 at 8:57 am