We almost miss your anger
when we walk through the door.
The air cracks like a shell
as we busy ourselves unbuttoning
jackets and untying shoe laces.
The air is still cracking
as we oven-roast vegetables
and pan-grill chicken for supper.
The air cracks a little more
as I hear her in the darkness
softly tell her mother
she would take away the roof
over your head if you weren’t
blood.
I fall asleep thinking of redemption,
of the ways we could restore,
of things to do to save us,
of how this could be forgiven
but never forgotten.
It packs a stronger punch now. I love it. Got goosebumps reading it ❤️
Thank you 🙂
Love it. It has me feeling a lot of things. It’s beautifully written
thanks so much! 🙂