After the yelling,
my fist through the sheetrock,
you emptying the loaded dish rack
onto the kitchen linoleum,
and how we glared
at each other, gladiators
breathing heavily,
you stopped me
at the door
carrying my suitcase
and teary eyed
asked,
“Do you still love me?”
I stared at you in silence,
then put down my bag,
and held you
with that unspoken “Yes”
burning in my chest.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
After the yelling,
my fist through the sheetrock,
you emptying the loaded dish rack
onto the kitchen linoleum,
and how we glared
at each other, gladiators
breathing heavily,
you stopped me
at the door
carrying my suitcase
and teary eyed
asked,
“Do you still love me?”
I stared at you in silence,
then put down my bag,
and held you
with that unspoken “Yes”
burning in my chest.