I didn't tantrum
Or complain when
My Purim seuda with my family
Was taken away
In favor of everyone else
Travelling to join his.
And I didn't tantrum
Or complain when
My Shabbos Chol Hamoed with my family
Was taken away
In favor of him
Joining everyone else here
Because of a shalom zachor
He didn't want to miss
So I missed it instead
Because he tantrumed.
And now I will sit here
In silence and cry
And not tantrum
Or complain out loud when
He decides he needs to come
And take away
My last Pesach meal of freedom.
I tell myself it's not worth it to say anything
Because I know it is a waste of
My energy and my breath.
But inside I'm falling apart
And don't think this will end well.
