I stand and watch him eat breakfast;
He always ate like a pig
With his mouth open and food falling out,
Then he’d wipe it with his hands
And rub it on his jeans.
For years I watched him eat
He is a slob, that is for sure.
He grabs his cup of coffee up
Spills it out of one side
Then doesn’t even clean up the mess
He just leaves it
Then we get into the car;
He never says a word to me
He doesn’t even look at me anymore.
He drives like an idiot
Barely paying attention to the road
He’d rather watch his telephone
To see if that woman has written him back on Facebook.
When he gets to a stoplight, he snatches his phone up
Types something out rather quickly
Then continues on his way.
I hate hearing that *ding* on his phone
The one that tells him that woman has written back.
We get out of the car and say nothing
He doesn’t say goodbye
Doesn’t make plans for lunch anymore,
He just rushes into work
With that damn phone in his pocket.
When he gets off of work I meet him at the pub
He’s drinking with some friends of his
The ones that think he is a hero
Because he lied about his past.
They don’t even call him by his proper name.
I sit and listen to him talk
His laugh has now gotten to the point
That I hate it.
After drinking and laughing with his buddies
He goes home
To an empty house,
Lies down on his bed
In the same clothes he went to work in.
I sit in a chair by his bed
If at any point in all of these days
He thinks about me?
Does he remember the events
That took my life from me?
Will he ever face up to it?
Look at him
While I am not.