Sticky Mouse Poem by the hungrypoet.co.uk

Sticky Mouse
Your bags were packed when you got home,
and not metaphorically
either. I made up my mind without you
because otherwise I’d get lost
in your labyrinth excuses,
finding myself leaning against
false walls and falling into traps.

I left your things outside the door,
discretely because I’m not the
kind of wife who’d chop your suits
to bits and strew them on the lawn
in a fit of pique. I’ll give up
quietly, bailing out. This marriage
is holding water; going down.

I included everything I
knew you’d need because there’s no point
in providing reasons for you
to come back home and bamboozle
me with your skewed logic that it
was a sticky mouse button which
caused you to add her as a friend.