15 years, 2 offsprings. The tears, the wailing, the threats,
the curses that's all that seems to exist anymore.
How long has it been since you shared a laugh, high fived on
a joke, embraced for no particular reason. 6 months? Or was it 10?
Bills. That's all you talk about anymore. No, not talk.
Shout. Always the shouting. And the unceremonious slamming of the bedroom door.
You don't seem to do anything right anymore.
How long have you been trapped in this unending nightmare?
When was the last time you heard the tinkling of silver in her laughter or
noticed the brown strands in his eyes?
Even the food feels like a monotonous drone. Has the country
stopped producing everything but beans?
You'd love to walk away from it all. A long, long walk till
you lose your way - stray away from the crankiness, the screaming children, the
accusing eyes and the never ending barrage of bills.
Oh how you'd love to keep walking. But the sun is about to
set now. Where will you be when it gets dark?
