In silence I sit, attuned to the pulse
radiating through my blistered bones,
as I recall the stinging words,
the false accusations,
the seething hostility
spitting through pouty lips that he’s leaving
this time the final time.
I am stunned by his reaction but suspect
the medications are not working,
or he went off them all together,
his mood changing drastically
from moment to moment.
Like the seasonal winds after an Indian summer,
he raucously eradicates the trust
built from brick after brick,
building blocks that ensure
that this occurrence was thwarted
before it blew out of control.
He will return of course, and will apologize
for the odious comments made
and inform me he has visited
his doctor and consistently stays
on the regimen that stabilizes
his rollicking emotions.
This time I know I have to abscond,
but he always holds a special place
within my tranquil heart,
and I forgive him completely
because I comprehend he would change
if he could escape the noise
inside his head, and I also know
that when he is stable, he is loving and kind.
That is enough for me.
