The courtroom was clearly a folded napkin in my pocket

Fingerprints pressed against cold glass maddened me

Desperation would not get them anywhere

Her sorrow disappeared when she realized that I was never a fool

She was in a light pink nightgown

Not the right attire at all

Documents were thrown towards me

But I cheated her intentions to turn me into a paper crane

Her tears appeared again

I offered her a sponge to absorb her simulated grief, she refused

The proof was clear

She was guilty

Actions have consequences

Emotions have no effect on me

Her right hand shaking

Mine was steady

Wishes were always a mistaken statement

Because they never come true

I drove back home

Unbuttoned the top button of my collared shirt

I sat on the porch and watched the evening fold into night