I finally ride in the front seat,
Though for five minutes only...
It is snowing.
The icy flakes, getting unfriendly...
You drop me off at my workplace...
Thank you, at least...
The instant my feet touch the crystal pavement, screeching tires I hear...
I have not looked back at you...YET... though I intended to.
I would have said "thank you for the ride"...
It doesn't matter anymore.
You are gone in a flash.
What's the rush?
You did not even say goodbye...
You just left me in the cold...
My umbrella - my protection - carelessly flung in the backseat of your car...
Did you think I will not freeze?
YOU ARE READING
The Wife's Tears
ChickLitIf a hurting wife could turn her tears into words... Will someone read? Will someone care?
