March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II
Owen Roberts

“We can live in the same house, but I’ll stay upstairs and you can have the downstairs. 
I don’t think we should continue to be together...”

she turned around and made her way back up to her side of the house

suddenly I was married,
yet single again
I even had a basement bachelor pad

I pictured her sitting upstairs,
waiting for me to run up to her half of the house,
begging her to change her mind;
“Please take me back.  Please forgive me for something or whatever I did wrong,
I don’t know what it was and I don’t care but please forgive me for that thing.”

a simple apology
would make things ‘right’ again

I look over at the stairs
there must be at least,
8 or 9 of them...

best to just stay down here
and hope she doesn’t change her mind