The Truth About Ferard

Woke up,
remembering last night.
Swallowed my pride and got off the blood stained sheets.

Started dressing slowly,
waiting for myself to change my mind.
As I realized I couldn't go back, I ran a comb through my hair
and grabbed my cell.

Smiled sweetly as I gazed at the wonderful, sleeping creature.
Kissed his nose and ruffled his hair.
"I'm sorry Frankie. We can't keep doing this."

Took one last look as I closed the door.
Turned in the ignition and stared at the wheel,
the effect of my actions settling in.

Half-heartedly regretting it,
I backed up off the driveway,
off to somewhere.

Somewhere to think.