Adieu/

[kahlil]

I mistook your faux mustache for a caterpillar,
You can’t blame me; you are not so debonair,
I gave it to the cat to torture or play with,
And went off to sort the mail.

I could hear you wheeze and cough
In the kitchen, searching under my magazines for your inhaler,
I am waiting for the air to clear for your eyes to note,
The envelope balancing on your desk,
And the expression I gloat.

You grab an apple; take your time to sit
While I am practicing perfect manners and wit.
You do not read it at once, as I imagined you would,
The woman in the commercial distracts you,
Minutes elapse as you reach inside unsuspecting
We are interrupted by the doorbell.

The Chauffeur has arrived early; wearing his premature grin,
I am left without choices; You are demanding answers from him.
I open each of my closets they are naked and starving for love,
I suppose in time, they will come forward and suffice.

He takes my suitcases and coats;
I fit inside the car like a stolen diamond in a glove,
You are yelling obscenities at us,
Barefoot on the driveway,
Waving a paper you have not even read.
You take no notice of our cat vomiting at your feet,
I suppose tonight you won’t dare to trick or treat.