When you told me that you were leaving
down here in the lab
where I was hard at work
I may have nodded, even smiled.
You threw your leaving at me
while I played at dice with God
I should have listened.
The children already gone, I found
when I ventured up above
In search of food and realization.
Tears and recriminations
As you gathered your things
Removing yourself from the house in pieces.
A picture from the wall
A teacup from the cupboard
A wife from my memories.
I listened to you, then, as I followed you
From room to room, in growing horror
At what I had become in your eyes.
But I can fix this.
In the lab, after your departure
I bend the fabric of space and time
By morning, love, I will be done.