Joint Custody
You were gone
when I got home
at midnight
from a double shift.
Now you’re back,
two years later.
I had no idea
where you went
so I packed up
and got a room.
Long ago,
I begged you
not to leave
but that was then.
You can keep
the house, the car.
I’ll come by
some starry night
when the moon is bright
and you’re asleep.
I promise not to
wake the dogs.
When you get up
you’ll find
I used my key
to take the kids.
Donal Mahoney, nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney has had poetry and fiction published in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his work can be found by clicking here…
Nice work, Donal.
“Real poetry busts guts,” Frank Stanford says.
Your poetry, it’s consistency, is a fine example of what Frank means.