May 22nd

I wish I had watched him flee that night
To see if he faltered at the driver’s wheel
Or if my cries and sobs almost lured him back into the house
Or if he even glimpsed a look just one last time
At our small peaceful life now a burning wreck.
Or was his decisiveness so deafening, so cold
That his mind was not clouded by even an inch of doubt
As he drove away into the jet black nothingness, leaving me behind.

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