Mrs. Kramer

Yes, I know what you did,

And what ended up happening

I remember your eyes,

They were ready to leave;

The former never mattered,

Your ideals, wasted,

(much like you),

Bags, boxes, all but memories,

Engine on, new life approaching…

Yet he came home unexpected,

The horror, the scandal, the meaning of freedom,

Imploring forgiveness, but what was there

To absolve in the name of the Father, anyway?

Yes, I know what you did,

And what ended up happening,

Yes, I couldn’t understand,

Why you could never really leave…

And I was waiting,

Waiting for results that never checked in,

Future on hold, bags unpacked, hands trembling,

A child begging for mercy,

And a lover now paying more attention,

A cry for help, elucidated remaining ideals,

Made you quit your plans, sacrificing contentment

But all this Mrs. Kramer wanted was herself,

And all everybody else desired was for her to stay…

(so she did.)

Yes, I know what you did,

And what ended up happening,

Yes, I see now your eyes,

They are still ready to leave.