Rough and silver linings

She left him
For his cousin no less
And she, his cousin, 
Always complained 
That she would never find love
    And this was after he lost his job
    When someone decided that he - a children’s social worker
    - was no longer needed
    In one of the most impoverished counties
    Of the country

She left with the dog
No not his cousin but
The mutt
He has had since 
He were a boy - before they even met.
    He was eighteen years old
    Could barely take a step
    Could hardly see a head
    Had next to no hair at all
    And would now sometimes shit inside

I’ll stab you…
To DEATH
She said
And bite your cock off
    He waved her goodbye
    Drinking a small espresso
    Which he made
    While she packed her things,
    And his things,
    And their things.
    Things she thought
    he cared about.

He thought about
Other things
Like what he
Was going to have 
For dinner
If she didn’t take the fridge
And the pans
    She did incidentally
    Leave the pans
    But he suspected
    She had no idea where they were

She screamed
Of death and murder
Till her voice gave out
That’s when she 
And his cousin finally left
    Two dykes in a volvo
    And an open boot full of crap
    And a dog he loved.
    Until the dog,
    Such a good dog
    Took a nervous shit

She kicked the dog
Out the car
And said
Take that dirty
Old bastard back
And the dog walked,
wobbling
Up to the house.
And got his head scratched
    Who’s Good boy

The dykes pulled away
And he and the dog
Again not his cousin
- though she smelled much worse - 
Went into the living room
Where only a chair -
with slash marks
And stuffing bleeding out
- Remained
    Ah so That’s what
    She was doing
    When he was making his coffee
    That’s why she
    had the knife.
    He thought she was finally
    Going to stab him

Yellow foam rolled in tufts
As he wandered his living room
Though there was little
Living to do in it
Then
A stone crashed though the window
And hit his hand
And smashed the coffee cup
The handle still pinched
Between his fingers and thumb
    Then tired screeched
    And the last ounces
    Of strength remaining
    In her vocal cords
    Could be heard
    Fading down the street

She had smashed his smart phone
When he asked her if
She wanted a coffee
And he had no landline
Who does these days
So there was little chance
Of getting the window fixed
Today
Not the perfect start
To an English winter
    But it was his lucky day!
    There were two ribeye steaks
    In the freezer
    And a bag of onion rings.
    He and the dog
    Had dinner together
    Though she had taken the forks
Oh well
You have to take the rough
With the smooth