You’d Planned To Go Shopping Today Anyway

Leaving in a foul mood doesn’t
defuse the sad legacy, but you
know that. In fact leaving mad is
just as bad – although you allude
to a leavening in the brew’s mix,
an easing of volatilities; what I
don’t see is anything changed.

Sure, the exchange of another
round of hostilities is alienated,
perhaps ‘estranged’ is a better
way to state it – but it remains a
possibility with your fixed view,
and only from you. I’ve said my
bit, I rest bruised but free of it.

So there you go, driving out the
gate in a grey mood under a
thunder cloud. I am to believe
I’ve been given this space to
see the error of my ways, redress
in haste and regret impudence,
guilty assigned to Coventry.

I can agree that you chose the
simple line of least resistance with
implacable wisdom, to work out
your overburdened angst on a
therapeutic shopping trip in a manner
befitting a lady, but you can’t fool me.

I knew you’d planned to go
shopping today anyway…
© 2007-02-20, I.D. Carswell