coming home
from work.
exhausted.
beaten, tired beyond
belief.
i dreaded turning the key.
i knew what was
in front of me.
more drama,
more trouble, more craziness.
i steeled myself,
sighed
and went in.
it was quiet. too quiet.
she was either dead, or
drugged,
or asleep, or best of all
finally
she was gone, and had
the guts to leave.
but i looked out the back
window
and saw her in the yard
digging in the dirt,
planting seeds
to flowers she would
never see.
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