‘Goodbye’ you said to me.
‘Go to hell,’ you said to me.
‘I would rather burn in hell myself than spend another day with you,’ you screamed.
And then you slammed the hall door so hard that your father’s photo fell off the wall and shattered on the ground.
And I wonder if you are really gone for good this time. Like in that old Glen Campbell song, you have left me so many times before. Though you won’t be heading to Phoenix, only back to your mother’s place, a couple of blocks away.
And I wonder if I care, if I want you back.
I know how this goes, oh so well. The door frame is still shaking and I am sweeping up the broken glass, so it is easy to feel indifferent now. More than that, I feel relieved, happy to be done with you and all of your issues.
Tomorrow I may still feel the same, but not the day after. Then the absence will kick in. Then I will feel the lose, the loneliness. Then I will start to want you back.
But for now I am going to enjoy the peace.