Bright, happy
I hear their laughter,
At the same time she does.
She leans against the counter
As we listen
To the chipper laughter
A sun, washing over us
Warming us from the outside in.
To cover that sun
With this bleak cloud,
To see their broken faces
Would break her heart
So even as she doubles over in pain
Even as a tear slips down her cheek
She shakes her head
“One more day…
What could it hurt?”
I know it changes nothing
But I will her
To change her mind
I beg her to make
The other decision
But its no use, she can’t hear me.
This feeling inside me,
It makes me want to cry
But I can’t cry
Not since I made my last,
most fateful decision in the kitchen.
“One more day…
What could it hurt?”