Things fall apart (Vol. 3)

“Squeak…squeak!” That all too familiar moan of a staircase I have yet to fix Wife glaring back with an expression I choose not to decipher “I know, I know”, the safest phrase of endearment I kiss my little Chinue goodbye, my how she has grown A passing glare, signals my pending predicament Then in the most frantic of hurries, I chase the local bus …Just made it, even if it’s just by a huff Un-amused passengers, let their grimaced masks show their apathy “My goodness what a morning….” {Crash!!!}…My last thought before darkness engulfed me whole