Sometimes Poem by Sally King

Sometimes you drive me to distraction
Till I could kick n scream n shout,
You wind me up till all rational thought is lost
And I crunch the gears, swearing and angry.
Off I drive, black night, black mood.

How dare he?
How can he?
Why do we?
Why don’t we?

I get home,5 minutes.
I get a drink, sit down,8 minutes.
I stand up, sit down, pace a little,
Into the bathroom, into bed.
15 minutes,20,25,30.

And I miss you!
I miss you so much!
My heart cries, “I love him”.
My stubborn streak yells back, “No”.
My heart cries, “I love him so much, let me txt him”.
My stubborn streak, wavering says, “Well maybe, but let it be sarky! ”
My heart cries, “I love him, and I miss him, can’t I go back? ”
My stubborn streak baulks, agitated, nervous, uncertain.
The battle rages.
40 minutes.

I lie in bed and suddenly I realise that
I can’t remember why we rowed at all.