the scream

The Scream.

The new and young couple next door, for whom
all car adverts are made, came home late last night,
high voiced and full of spirit. Later on I heard her
cry out loud and thought: “wine, a man who slaps
his wife around when drunk.”

Next day I saw her in their cute little garden, she
wore the right outfit to prune roses, she smiled
called her hubby darling, it was then I remembered
that the cry, in the spasm of love, sound jarringly
like someone in throes of pain.