Au Fait

The poignant young man sat there, alone in his heart, listening.

His hearing diminishes and fades numb… is it true, another night of arguing? Depression? Pain?

He merely sits there looking right through the woman he’ll always love cogitating of the times he’s been put down, indignant, offended, miffed. Tortured.

“There’s just so much a person can fake laugh.”, he says under his breath.

An acute, “Excuse you-”, reverberates through his head, fading with the yelling and screaming.

He begins to trail off incoherently into his own diminutive world, “Why, why am I here? Do I need to be here?”, he questions himself as he forlornly sits there.

Then the screaming and yelling intensifies, “You don‘t want to be here?! Then get the hell out now! I don’t want you here!”

His eyes become aware, a smile coats his teeth. “Shut up”, he says tranquilly and with poise.

She grows bemused and commences to open her mouth.

“Obviously you didn‘t hear me…”, he stands up. “or you‘d heed my warning- I said shut the HELL up, you dreadful inconsiderate excuse for a love.”

She’s mystified as her eyes become glossy.

He goes on speaking with strength, “It’s a wonder I hadn’t committed suicide because of your unremitting torment, physical and mental.

“It stops NOW!”, he finishes.

She is tacit as a tear descends down her cheek.

Serenely, “You will sit down and tell me if something is bothering you. And I‘m right here, there‘s no need for the screaming. Damn it, grow up”, he says.

With that he became au fait and lived a content fulfilled life.