Is it wrong to stay
without a reason?
More than it is
wrong to leave?
The flat was less than
bricks and water.
It needed work to
paper in the cracks.
So I painted up the
stairs and put
lino on cupboard
doors.
To make it feel
like home.
The bed is new–
king sized.
Enough space for
us to sleep
apart.
Don’t want to
disturb him
when I leave
in the mornings.
I over compensate,
Already guilty.
Of hurting us both
by believing.
My pretence will be
enough.
Is it really a lie
if I’m also lying
to myself?
