Don't Forget Me

I went over to the police station today. You know what they said to me?

“Sorry sir, we don’t have any records on this girl Margie you’re talking about. We have no records of your marriage either... Have you ever considered going to a shrink?”

Fuck them. They don’t know anything about anything. I’m so fucking angry right now! I put a couple holes in the wall. I’m going to have to go get those patched up later.

I walked up the stairs towards the bathroom, it felt like steam was coming out of my ears and my face was red like one of those stupid cartoon characters. I moved down the hallway, stripping my clothes off as I walked. It was like leaving bread crumbs for a way home, maybe she’d walk in the front door and follow my clothes that led to the bathroom and we’d be together again.