Left holding the diaper bag at the park, my head shakes. New girlfriend’s frown reflects in your windshield. Streaks run down my face like those muddy tire tracks you’re leaving behind. Smiling in my arms, our baby giggles. Hush now, my love, everything will be okay.
Straight like an arrow to the source of all your problems, gamemaster kept score, assigned blame. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Perhaps my muddled mind clears, watching your gaslights flicker.
Right at the beginning I knew. Love at first sight, two as one, kissing passionately. I love you. You might have even meant it.
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Eric Schweitz is a writer and blogger. Comments are welcome.
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That’s lovely. Like a poem.