Pacing

I watch,

back to one spot and another

up and down

You pace

I wonder who you're on the phone with,

I think I already know.

I wonder,

worry growing in my chest

Walls up

You pace.

I wait

                  - the observations of a suitemate


Back and forth,

Your frustration grows

patient,

ever so kind and patient

I hear your voice change.

Who is on the phone now?

Overbearing

Overpowering

control

and I know why.

Hi, Dad.

                        - give me a shotgun and enough shells



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