waking

The mornings always trick me.

i get past waking up and realizing i am not in my own bedroom, and then i get past the moment where i look to put my wedding ring back on after i shower.

It's the driving to work that does it. It affords me a metal cocoon where i keep screaming that i am sorry, but the anger turns to weeping. Then prayers to whomever will listen, asking them to take you out of me.