8 Minutes

The keys jangle against the lock
He is home from work.
Tonight it was only 8 minutes.
8 minutes from door open
To tipping back the bottle,
That is a new record time.
Things are getting worse
And I am afraid –
afraid of the past
afraid it can be worse
afraid he will die too…

8 minutes has to stop
Or I will self-destruct.
I have to stop –
timing
counting
watching
waiting…

Something has to give
And right now I fear
It is going to be me.

 

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