Second (Part 1)

DON’T GO!
YOU HAVE TO, I KNOW.
ONLY COMPLAIN BECAUSE THE TIME THAT YOU’RE GIVING ME AND THE TIME WHEN YOU HAVE TO MEET HIM IS ONLY A THIRTY MINUTE WINDOW.
YOU SMILE AND WANT TO REASSURE ME, AND I ATTEMPT TO PROTEST, AS YOUR CELL PHONE RINGS.
PUT A FINGER TO MY MOUTH TO KEEP ME SILENT, AND THEN YOU TELL HIM THAT YOU’RE JUST PICKING UP SOME THINGS.
TO BEAR THE HUSBAND AND WIFE TALK, I CANNOT.
REASY TO LEAVE MY SEAT, LEAVE YOU, LEAVE THIS SOUR SITUATION; HOWEVER, LIKE AN OBEDIENT SERVANT, I STAY ROOTED TO MY SPOT.

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive