I locked myself out of the house
again:
I thought it was an ordinary day,
Just like all the others previously;
I never knew how wrong I could be.

I retrieved the spare key
From behind the potted plant,
And proceeded to insert it
into the door . . .
But to my utter surprise & horror,
The key didn't fit anymore.

I knocked on the door -- hard,
And waited an eternity in the rain. . . .
However, the door remained shut,
And although I screamed your name
In abject loss and trepidation . . .
The door remained closed,
And you never came. . . .

It was then I remembered the fight
We'd had the previous morning:
All the shouting & arguing
that commenced afterwards;
And the dead look in your eyes--
The look of loss I will never forget.

The tears that were spilled,
and the abhorrent words . . .
The words that could...