It’s amazing how peaceful our lives can be

The daily dull of nothing happening

We complain about it

We fight against it

It only takes one moment for that dull to blaze away

The strange phone call at 2am

Her voice on another man’s phone

Your heart sinking

She’s been drinking with friends

It’s no big deal she assures you

They have to eat themselves sober

She’ll be home soon

Two hours pass with no word

The restaurant is twenty minutes away

You buzz the strange cell number

His number

No answer

You call again and he picks up

Is she there?

Yes, close by her voice echoes

She says she’s buying new flips flops

At four in the morning

The anger rises again

His phone, his voice, she’s with him

She’s out at four in the morning

While your home alone

Feeling like a jealous boyfriend

It’s no win really

You can be angry or disappointed

Confused or feeling mislead

All of it bullshit

Tiny inferences lead you to conclusions

None of which might be true

She has a friend or a crush

It’s usually simple and brief

And harmless

Your actions can make it worse

But only worse

Nothing can make it better

Nothing but trust

Flip flops at four in the morning

If that’s what she says

Then you believe her

He’s just a friend

So you believe her

It’s a feeling of powerlessness

The waiting, the wondering

In the end she did come home to you

And that’s all that matters

Besides

She has the new flip flops

To prove it

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