You'd picked a fight
with the best man
and it was only
you being a woman
that it didn't turn nasty.
You stormed up the road
for the bus
and I and your children
followed.
It had been
at your niece's
wedding reception
and after the speeches
and toasts.
I had pulled you
away from him
thinking it some
misunderstanding.
A mouthful of abuse
hit the air
and him standing there.
You'd had a few drinks
and something was said
and off you went at him
like a barking dog.
Take her home, Mate,
the best man said.
We waited
by the bus stop
in the evening air
and you fumed
and the children stood
in silence
giving you the stare.
I said nothing
of any consequence
just a few words
of calming you down
but it didn't work
and you moaned
the more.
I had been drinking
and talking to the bride
now newly married
to the drip in a suit.
I missed
the row' s beginning
only caught
the language in the air
and you waving your arms
and I went to sort out
and calm it down.
The bus came
and we boarded
and sat down.
You were silent
but still fuming.
I sat wondering
if the bride was a ******
or if the drip
had been at it before
or some other.
The children were quiet
and gazed at their mother.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
You'd picked a fight
with the best man
and it was only
you being a woman
that it didn't turn nasty.
You stormed up the road
for the bus
and I and your children
followed.
It had been
at your niece's
wedding reception
and after the speeches
and toasts.
I had pulled you
away from him
thinking it some
misunderstanding.
A mouthful of abuse
hit the air
and him standing there.
You'd had a few drinks
and something was said
and off you went at him
like a barking dog.
Take her home, Mate,
the best man said.
We waited
by the bus stop
in the evening air
and you fumed
and the children stood
in silence
giving you the stare.
I said nothing
of any consequence
just a few words
of calming you down
but it didn't work
and you moaned
the more.
I had been drinking
and talking to the bride
now newly married
to the drip in a suit.
I missed
the row' s beginning
only caught
the language in the air
and you waving your arms
and I went to sort out
and calm it down.
The bus came
and we boarded
and sat down.
You were silent
but still fuming.
I sat wondering
if the bride was a ******
or if the drip
had been at it before
or some other.
The children were quiet
and gazed at their mother.
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