A rolling suitcase and a handbag greeted me as I stepped out of the bathroom with my toothbrush in my mouth, toothpaste foam dripping down the tiled floor.
“She is leaving me?” he asked himself incredulously.
“Oh, you’re awake, get your bags ready, we are going on a trip”, she announced as she came out of the kitchen with two huge bottles of water.
“It ‘s Sunday. What has got into you?”
“ We planned this last week, remember? No, you don’t. I am invisible to you.”
“I wish she would leave me”, he muttered as he brushed his teeth.
So I wore laziness
like a coat,
letting life take its natural course.
I sat on the lurch
with my head nestled in my hands
and I saw life stride forward,
round a bend, then disappear.
and I was left behind.
No doubt there.
My coat, now old, is torn-
laziness well worn.