I haven't taken the garland of dry flowers
since the picture was hung
The grim flowers merge with the faded room.
It's the same photograph that's hanging in my bedroom
On the cold concrete wall
As cold as you are now and were before.
I look at it every morning.
And you watch me too!
Your eyes follow me all over.
My husband of fifteen years
Who left me one night forever...
I never forgave you
For leaving me
Without money, and
two small children.
Just a case of careless drunken driving...
I have recovered.
My kids have moved on.
Every time now
I think of removing your picture from my bedroom.
But it gives me great pleasure
when you watch me having sex
with my colleague on our bed.
I don't love him either.
You have deadened all my senses.
But my anger and hatred for you gives me a reason to live...