The Separation, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

He comes home to hear pacing footsteps
In the bedroom, drawers opening, closing
In quick succession, to see her arms swinging

In and out grabbing cloths and personal items
Pushing them down with anger and a resolve
The suitcase gorged on her planned escape

She thought he was at work, but quietly in he snuck
A vehicle for her was now obsolete for he had parked
Behind hers. The doors in the house were locked

“What do you think you are doing?” He says to her
With clinched fist, she snaps up straight shock flushes
Through her face, mouth agape, “I was, please don’t”

Trembling she knew what was coming, was this it?

The band had just finished the encore, the fans wanted more
Outside the arena the groupies gathered, but one was bothered
She wanted more than an autograph, stationed between

The stadium portal and the tour bus, it was the perfect spot
Security had taken notice of her at prior events, with her disturbing
Letters, “I love you, why won’t you see me”, “I can’t live without you”

She was clever and went undetected this time through disguise
She was not going to compromise, a gun in her purse they missed
His goatee drummer, his beatnik base player, metal blond goddess guitarist

Followed the lead singer out of the portal headed for the bus
She wriggled between fans to get to the barriers for position
He smiled  and waved to each side at screaming fans then BANG!

Now you expect me to buy a being that gives me a brain
But goes insane, if I dare try to leave? That is not love.