Untamed

So, that’s how you did it.

Your wedding ring on the bench.

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A note left.

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Your scrawled handwriting.

simply saying

‘sorry’.

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Sorry for what?

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What were you sorry for dad?

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Sorry for walking out on your kids?

For walking away from a marriage?

For breaking our hearts?

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I picked up the pieces you know.

The pieces of mum’s life

that lay shattered on the floor.

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Your ring stayed on the bench.

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For weeks.

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Like it wanted to tease us.

Show us that the heart and hand

it belonged too

was empty and devoid

of all feeling.

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The love for your family

left cold

on the kitchen bench.