The worst day in my life came this afternoon at 12:34.
It started with him leaving and slamming the front door,
I heard his tires screeching and burning rubber down the driveway.
He couldn’t leave faster enough, he said, earlier that day,
As I watched, his car turn left and then it disappeared.
I said out loud, “Good riddance,” and didn’t shed a tear.
‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,’ was an expression I knew,
Well, whoever the hell wrote it, didn’t have a fucking clue.
Our backyard has a fire pit and I lit it to get it hot.
And I picked a daisy, pulling the petals, he loves me not,
Fury ran through the house like a demon from below,
Grabbing everything that he left and carrying it in tow.
The fire was blazing, the olive branch broken, gone was the love...
So into the fire went a personally signed Mickey Mantle baseball glove,
Next there were his keepsakes he gathered from lands far away.
(This is going from my worst to a really spectacular day.)
Burning everything that he left gave me more joy than I could bear.
All’s fair in love and war; if he wanted them, he shouldn’t have left them here.
He threw our love away like the trash, so I never mattered at all.
Oops, he left his credit card; I’m going shopping at the mall!
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