My attempt for day 11 of the 2011 April PAD Challenge.
Though words suggested I might change my mind,
we both already knew it was goodbye.
Even through text, the bitterness and lie
were obvious. There’d be no other time.
The calls and texts and pokes she often left
had ceased. At home, alone, I imagined
she flogged herself over that day she sinned
against me, drowning in restless regret.
The latter months sprung upon
me. She already found my replacement.
Just as my anger readied to relent,
hope of reunion had already gone.
Every evening alone at home, I plead
with God to return her or make her bleed.