What possibilities are there for me?

Bringing up the dead emotions
the one-sided lopsided
things
we push back
not to admit we could be
wrong
just a tiny bit

Buried under guilt
he leaves me
Off to worlds
of spiritual crises
sex
and young girls
music
theaters
restaurants
nightclubs
stark toilets
small quarters

But no matter
it’s all part of the scene
the game
the craving

What happiness?

No comfort there
I don’t go there

I lie here
Complete decorations
full toasters
sinks
washcloths
towels
curtains
All of it

Lamps
couches
drapes
No husband, no husband

Who got the better deal?