Poetry / Revenge
He wakes me in the morning with a soft kiss good morning,
He brushes my cheek with his hand and smiles at me.
I smile back and look at him through sleepy eyes,
Then kiss him back good morning and hold him close.
He leaves the room closing the door softly behind him,
I hear him as he makes his way to the kitchen to start the coffee.
I lie in bed thinking back on the time we have spent together,
All the smiles, laughter, and good times we’ve shared.
He comes back into the room with a cup of coffee in each hand,
He always fixes my coffee just the way I like it.
He says he has to get going or he’ll be late for work…again,
I kiss him softly good-bye and give him a big hug.
I look out the window and watch as his car disappears into the fog,
The fog is so thick it’s almost spooky as if he disappeared from the Earth.
I go to the kitchen and cleanup the dishes from breakfast,
For years he has cooked breakfast and I cleanup, it works for us.
I take a long hot shower, thought of him filling my mind,
Thoughts of our last night we’ll ever spend together.
My thoughts are filled with all the people he’s cheated on me with,
The faces and names fill my mind and make me feel crazy inside.
I think about all those nights I stayed up waiting for him to come home,
I think of those nights when he was laying in someone else’s bed.
I think about all the weekend trips we planned together,
I think of the trips he canceled to be with someone else instead of me.
I think about all the love and understanding I’ve given to him,
I think about all the lies our relationship was built upon.
I think about the time and effort I’ve spent trying to save our relationship,
I think about all the time he spent in someone else’s arms.
I think about all the times I cried because I had said something harsh,
I think about all the times he put me down and made me cry.
I think about how many times I told him I loved him,
I think about how many times he never said I love you or even responded.
I think about that can of gasoline we got for the lawn mower last week,
I think about the fancy cigarette lighter I got him for his birthday,
I think about his collection of comic books and baseball cards,
I think what a great fire you could build with all these resources.
My mind races as I rush to stack all his comic books under his house trailer,
I can see it in my head; I can feel my adrenaline rushing.
I can feel the heat of fire and passion in my heart,
I don’t want to talk anymore, I just want closure.
As I close the last door and stack the last comic book under the trailer,
I finally feel a sense of closure and peace beginning to come over me.
I pour the gasoline around the perimeter of the trailer,
I ignite the comic books and stand there in silence as the fire spreads.
The flames slowly climb up the sides of the trailer,
They remind me of the fire that once burned in my heart and consumed me.
The windows begin to shatter from the heat of the fire,
Reminding me of how he shattered my heart into a thousand pieces.
The trailer collapses to the ground into a pile or rubble and ash,
Reminding me of how our failed relationship, leaving nothing but heartache.
A tear rolls down my cheek as I look out over the debris in front of me,
I turn away in time to see him driving up the road toward me.
I can see the look of horror on his face as he sees the remains of his home,
A smile crosses my face and I can’t help but begin laughing.
He falls to his knees crying uncontrollably asking why,
I just smile and throw his little black book into the hot embers.
As I get into my car and drive away I look back in the rearview mirror,
I think to myself “Ah, bittersweet revenge you are my friend.”
I finally have closure, peace of mind and some self-respect,
I have overcome, alas, revenge is mine and it is my freedom.
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Wow !! I usually read the writers comments before reading the work, but in this case for some reason I read the poetry first. The first thought I had was how could that kind of act bring closure, although, in my heart I thought, maybe I should have done that to my ex and it would have brought some type of peace to me, but honestly I don’t think so. I then went back to read your comments on it and found that you meant it to be humrous. I’m sorry, I found no humor in it. I wish I could have, but maybe I am just too close to having the feelings of lost love, cheating, last times in my memory, not sure. I always enjoy your writing and can definitely see you published at some point perhaps in an anthology. This piece was enjoyable to read and although I found no humor, I really got into the story line. Great work !! (Again)
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