Off The Records

A door slams,

Followed by a jarring bust of the drywall.

The yelling gets so loud,

I can't even hear the sirens outside.

Knock knock knock, "Police. Open up!"

Here we go again.

What is it this time?

Drugs, theft, or assault?

I'll take a gander and guess it's all three

I thought I knew you but I could be wrong.

I creep from room to room,

Trying to find a safe space.

I notice a few broken things,

I guess I'll go grab the broom.

I hear the click of the handcuffs from afar,

Who knows when you'll get out this time.

Time to buy a new set of pens,

I'll ask mom tomorrow when she sobers up.

I hope you get my letters,

I want you to know I'm not mad at you.

I'll always forgive you.