Custody Agreement

April rain penetrates deep inside me as I sit here waiting.

Pounding inside my skull,

Rips slowly through my temples.

I told her I would do it, but at what cost?

Listening to my inner voice now, won't help any of us.

Shifting on the soaked bench, I check my watch.

Hours have passed, ten-thirty sharp she said. She’s Late.

Only one reason could deem such a delay. She doesn't care.

We must move to plan B as promised.

Extinguish the child; Playtime is over.

Reluctance overwhelms me as I rise from the bench, yet I still saunter toward the playground.

Squeeking of rusted chains swinging naively allures my ears as I approach closer.

Eric don’t, she shouts from behind, I’m here goddamnit! She won’t crack this egg, Not now.

Agitated at her usual disregard for punctuality, I turn towards her with a fire burning in my eyes.

Stacy, we had an agreement and the boy has got to go.

Ten more minutes, just give me ten more with him.

Eric, he’s your son too. Please.

Rounding back toward the swing set, I advance. The constant reminder of her swings obliviously before me.

Step after step I contemplate his end. I must do this, right, sever all ties, on the lords Day?

Up and down he swings humming a tune. His innocence chokes the back of my throat, but I clear it.

Nothing’s your fault, Ace, I love you more than you’ll ever know. My hand rests on his shoulder.

Daddies and mommies just sometimes fall out of love.

Awkwardly shaking, my hand raises to meet his head. Eric, PLEASE! she shrieks.

You wanted the divorce, Stacy! Then I must end what we started. BANG!—BANG!