The Choice

He saw her

Not with the adoring eyes

That used to gaze upon

Her perfect everything

But with horror

When she said those 

Words so casually

“I do not want your child around me anymore”

She said she wanted 

The boy gone

After the wedding.

He drove home

Then told her 

To move out

Then he went outside

Where the moon

Lay low on the horizon

Golden and huge

And he howled.

His son ran to him

Like a pup

He held the boy

Tight in his arms

Then licked his face

And their tails wagged

Knowing that in the morning

She would be gone.