The After Party

They were at a party
The wine was flowing
She grew more and more agitated
He was downing glass after glass

It was his car they came in
And she would not let him drive
They went home in silence
The tension was high

When they arrived home
She left him alone
Unwilling to talk to him
He wouldn’t remember anyway

But when morning came
Her anger still fresh
She rebuked his decisions
To be so irresponsible

A fight ensued
And she finally thought
Enough of this life
I’d rather be alone

She packed her things
And left him with the bottle
Begging one more time
That he should get some help


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – rebuke

Haunted Questions

I wonder if
You still exist
Is your spirit
Still in pain
Do you feel
The least remorse
For leaving her
Without a father
Can you see
The woman she is
In spite of
What you did
Or is there
Nothing but darkness
In your afterlife


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – remorse

Blowing In The Wind

shed the skin of yesterday
make a brand new start
face the winds of the future
with an open heart
the past held deep pain
I’d rather just forget
but to remember means
I never will again get hit
he tried to destroy me
but I stood up tall
in the end
it was him who took the fall
the drinking took its toll
and ended his life
no more chaos
no more strife
the future is now
and I will shine
because for once
my life seems fine
This if for all those who deal with domestic violence. Thankfully I have never been hit, but can understand how a person can be stuck in a toxic relationship.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – shed

Pass Me That Knife

like a poisonous chemical
it can kill the body
it also kills everything
that is around it
its destructive nature
makes it a weapon
but it is accepted in society
encouraged even
drink up

alcoholism left unchecked
is just suicide with a butter knife


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – chemical

The End Is Near

Late at night, almost 3 am
I step out on the balcony
Looking over the parking lot
Your car is still not there
You said you’re working late
But we both know that’s not true
You have closed down the bar
I fear you are in an accident
Or by the side of the road with the police
This has to stop
And I know in my heart it probably will
With a last breath taken
After another bottle is emptied
And the poison has its way


Written For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – balcony

I Tried, You Didn’t

I wonder
I think
I guess
Why are you gone
Why can I not forget
Why do I feel guilty
I know you were sick
I know you needed help
I know you didn’t get it
I will never have answers
I will forever have doubts
I will miss you the rest of my life


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – guess


I thought we had this settled
I would be home more
And you would drink less
I thought we made a deal
We would start a family
And you would drink less
I thought we had an arrangement
I would get a full time job
And you would drink less
… promise after promise
Ripped to shreds
The death of our life together
Did not open your eyes
It only brought more disappointment
and the biggest loss of all – you


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – arrangement

You Asked… I Hesitated (FOWC)

Against my better judgment
I finally opened up
You had asked me how I was doing
And I just told you everything
I told you of the hurt and pain
Of the lies and loneliness
I told you how I dreaded home
But feared to be away
It was like a weight was lifted
You rescued me from the dark
You were there for me when I needed you
It awakened something in me
Some small hope
That life was far from over
And I am still grateful you asked
And took the time to listen


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – judgment

Please Stop (FOWC)

Her candor cut to the point
She had been brutally honest
Telling him the truth
He was slowly killing himself
She compared it to
Suicide with a butter knife
Slow and agonizing
He just refused to see it
And would most certainly
Never do anything to fix it
If only he would show signs
That he was trying to get help
She would stay and fight
But watching him fall apart
Was killing her slowly too
And this was how she would
Ultimately save herself and her daughter
With a new freedom
It was too late to save him
He died in less than two years


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – candor