The sirens didn’t break your sleep at three
a.m., although they visited next door
for a disturbance I went out to see
what I might witness, then returned before
your dreams had scarcely missed their absentee.
You’ll see it on the morning news. No doubt
they’ll name their suspect. Maybe the report
will speculate what had been fought about
before she’d had enough. Her last resort
was this. He’d given her no other out.
I’ll sip my coffee, entertain your take
on how you’d seen it coming, nod as though
I hadn’t gone to see the story break.
Then not until you read this will you know
how her screams shook my morning wide awake.