He knew the answers
But never raised his hand
She knew it was wrong
But she did it anyway
He neatly folded the job application
And put a match to it
If she stayed he’d hit her again
She stayed anyway
He watched her walk away
And said nothing to stop her
He had everything he’d ever wanted
And he let it slip away while he sat in a chair all day
At the crossroads choices are made
And lives are irretrievably altered
Some suicides are never recorded
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This gave me chills; all those quiet deaths; we've all had or witnessed those moments, and yet life goes on.
I once wrote a "What If?" poem based on the same premise- the questions that haunt us. I'll look for it when I get home. I love the way you wrote this one! I miss y'all! (Still in Louisville enjoying time with my son, daughter-in-law, and newest grandson who is absolutely precious!)
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