Donal Mahoney

Joint Custody

You were gone
when I got home
at midnight
from a double shift.
Now you’re back,
two years later.
I had no idea
where you went
so I packed up
and got a room.
Long ago,
I begged you
not to leave
but that was then.
You can keep
the house, the car.
I’ll come by
some starry night
when the moon is bright
and you’re asleep.
I promise not to
wake the dogs.
When you get up
you’ll find
I used my key
to take the kids.

Donal Mahoney has had work published in various print and electronic publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa.

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