Filled with guilt, I left him.
Making footprints in the sand alone.
No more could I tolerate the silence.
Nor our house, no more a home.
I imagine how life would be,
if with him I did stay.
Would things have remained stormy?
Or would we have found our way?
“Using our very best manners
In each day we’d star,
Exchanging kind words and gifts
With no harsh words to mar.”
But writing a different draft,
doesn’t change the final outcome.
I’d still charge myself with fraud
For staying ’til I was numb.
That marriage was such small fry,
In the big scheme of things today.
Even if I was re-wired,
I wouldn’t have done it any other way…
By Sarah ©2018