Going Round in Circles

You buzzed back in - didn't notice how, 

then feeling trapped,

you started a row. 



Your anger vibrated against the glass

in repeated attempts to escape - 

you banged your head, frustrated 

as hell when you couldn't find a way 

to make a break.



I wanted to let you go, even opened 

the door and stood back, 

but in your anger you started to stagger 

round the room hitting things 

in the heat of the moment, wanted to stop,

but didn't know how to back-track.



And me, I felt sorry for you, guess that was 

maddening, too, but you had to go,

so in the end, as a defense 

against your irrational capers, I rolled up 

the divorce papers, brought them down 

in anger, and with those final words,

I finally managed to squash you.