Maggie lll

Front Door

He walks in the front door
Got off work at two, it’s four
Dinners ready but it’s cold
This is starting to get old
Sits is his chair across from me
Says I forgot his coffee
Not another word is spoke
He goes outside to smoke

When that front door opens
My heart sinks into my chest
And when it closes behind you
In my eye is a tear
It’s like I’m not even here

He walks back in the door
Like he’s doing a chore
Looks at me and walks away
I don’t even know what to say
He acts like I’m not there
Right past me goes his stare
Doesn’t he see my pain?
Is he the one to blame?

When that front door opens
My heart sinks into my chest
And when it closes behind you
In my eye is a tear
It’s like I’m not even here

He walks into that front door
I’m not there for him to ignore
That cold dinner’s not there
Neither is his stupid chair
And all his coffee cups are gone
It’s about time that I move on
He’ll never see my pain
He’s winning at this losing game

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 4, 2009
Poem Edited: Monday, May 4, 2009

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