The courtroom was clearly a folded napkin in my pocket
Fingerprints pressed against cold glass maddened me
Desperation would not get them anywhere
Her sorrow disappeared when she realized that I was never a fool
She was in a light pink nightgown
Not the right attire at all
Documents were thrown towards me
But I cheated her intentions to turn me into a paper crane
Her tears appeared again
I offered her a sponge to absorb her simulated grief, she refused
The proof was clear
She was guilty
Actions have consequences
Emotions have no effect on me
Her right hand shaking
Mine was steady
Wishes were always a mistaken statement
Because they never come true
I drove back home
Unbuttoned the top button of my collared shirt
I sat on the porch and watched the evening fold into night
