I drummed my fingers on the table in a courtroom;
my voice shook through nerves with trembles.
The judge gave her the house and the dog;
she left me with the wedding plates she didn’t want.
An echo of the gavel pound concluded the hearing.
It must be my consolation prize for being an outstanding husband,
I thought through a voice in my sarcastic grin, which speaks highly of me.
My eyes welled with memories of sleeping alone
with no one to call mine and only my own.
I shuttered with a miserable breeze that caressed
my skin as you walked through the door, telling me,
you left the best part of yourself in my arms.
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