I Could Have Walked Out The Door Poem by Marcus McKinley

In alacrity, I await your apology…
Questioning the integrity of the options before me

Amid false accusations and forged allegations

I gather the sheets, the drapes and the clothes off my back
Twisting and knotting in resolute haste

It is your pointed stares and cold shoulder convictions
That shackles these fabrics only your love can unbind

I open the window and I descend

Only to find, myself in the middle of the street
With my pride and nothing more