Bedtime
My heart it tremors
my cheeks beet red
I try to stare at the lightbulb
above his head
Focus on something
besides his keys in the ignition
As we say goodbye
in the carport of indecision
We have been here
a time or two before
An elbow to the face
and a jacket he tore
Seven years ago
I said no, never again
But here we are
We still pretend
My heart it tremors
My cheeks beat red
The carport is finally empty
And I am ready for bed
C. Churchill
Your images from this word list prompt give light and space to the situation you described. It’s powerful! I like how your beginning lines and ending lines repeat – my heart…and my cheeks… well ✔ done