“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