Let us make one thing clear.
I never hindered her soul.
Rather, I passively encouraged each infidelity,
playing oblivious to her neighborhood romping.
I would pace the house
and sit in each chair,
tapping my feet.
Sometimes I pulled my hair.
To smell their youth in those steaming hotel rooms,
I could only imagine.
She never once saw me sitting in the car outside.
Cigarettes and my wildest dreams.
I watch the lights turn out.