I hear you again,
Your loud, heavy sigh,
Your not-so-subtle weapon you use against me.
It reverberates through our home.
Where did you learn to sigh so viciously?
Your sighs work.
I stop what I'm doing and look to the ceiling.
Then I close my eyes and shake my head.
What now?
What tiny infraction
To your rigid world
Have I broken.
I don't have a clue
And I don't want to know.
Your sighs become louder;
You are coming nearer.
I feel that dread again as you enter my room,
Spilling your disapproval on me.
This saddens me.
I listen.
I feel your venom as you complain and admonish.
Finally, when you have finished,
You demand a response.
Calmly, I say, "I thought I did put it back."
One last sigh, then you stomp out of the room, leaving me.
I can hear you still complaining.
I have stopped listening.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 9:33 PM UTC
I hear you again,
Your loud, heavy sigh,
Your not-so-subtle weapon you use against me.
It reverberates through our home.
Where did you learn to sigh so viciously?
Your sighs work.
I stop what I'm doing and look to the ceiling.
Then I close my eyes and shake my head.
What now?
What tiny infraction
To your rigid world
Have I broken.
I don't have a clue
And I don't want to know.
Your sighs become louder;
You are coming nearer.
I feel that dread again as you enter my room,
Spilling your disapproval on me.
This saddens me.
I listen.
I feel your venom as you complain and admonish.
Finally, when you have finished,
You demand a response.
Calmly, I say, "I thought I did put it back."
One last sigh, then you stomp out of the room, leaving me.
I can hear you still complaining.
I have stopped listening.
There are two sides to every story. This is just my side.
