On Monday Morning I answered the phone.
Some guy on the other end asked if Laura was there.
When I asked what he needed to talk to my wife about
He hung up the phone, abruptly.
I didn’t question Laura because I knew it would start a fight.
Thursday night there was a knock on the door.
Laura answered it and began a long conversation with some guy.
For the first time in 25 years of marriage she started laughing.
The guy was tickling her or something.
I don’t know I pretended to be watching television.
I was amazed at how easily she could laugh with him.
She never laughed with me ever.
Last night I came home to discover my wife in bed with some guy,
I didn’t disturb them. I was disturbed enough for all of us.
I just walked out into the night and sat in the gutter.
Pete my neighbour saw me there and asked ”Are you alright”?
I laughed and said I don’t think I’ll ever be alright again.
I asked him if he had any broken glass, that I needed to learn how to juggle.
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David Wakeling (
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Juggling broken glass is a nice image. And the whole poem touches upon feelings most of us have had at certain times. Very painful... Well written, David
Thank you for commenting.It is certainly true that the first thousand cuts are the deepest.
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