You’d Come Home, Every Night…

You’d come home, every night, and, just before you’d headed into your bedroom, you’d, patted me very gentle on the head…

Then, your bedroom door would SLAM!!!

And, I’d hugged tightly, onto Teddy, because he was, ALL that I had, keeping me safe and sound, and, I’d, imagined a world, where, you are kind to mommy…

not my photo…

You’d come home, every night, and, you’d, barked out those really mean words to me, took EVERYTHING that you felt awful during the day, OUT on me, but, I’m not, your god DAMN fucking PUNCHING B-A-G!!! And yet………

You’d come home every night, never stayed out for one night, but, something about you is amiss, something about you, just isn’t, quite there, and, when I’d asked you about it, you’d shrugged your shoulders, and said that I was, too paranoid! But, my paranoia was, proven to be right.

not my photo still…

You’d come home every night, treated this home of ours, as nothing MORE than just a place to shower, to sleep, and, you’re, off again.