I had already said yes
Under the Brooklyn Bridge
A sunny day
Where my face melted away
Leaving my hidden skin
Uncovered
Beneath.

We stood,
Arguing
Drenched in rain
Unable to agree
About having kids
Now that the rings were dispersed
Vows uttered.

He asked if I wanted my key back.

We drank instead
Until 4 am
And Irish step danced
And drank more
And barely could got in the car home.

Later
The beatings
Later
More drinking
Later
Abandoned
Pregnant.
Homeless.

One missed answer.
It should have been yes.

Do you just want your key back?

Yes.

Do you want me to turn and leave while we annul this mess?

Yes.

Yes.

After a year I did get my life back.
Somewhat.
But I never got
That damn key.