Indecision

Some days it seems
They’re all waiting for me to make a decision.
Speak—or be silent.
Are you in or are you out?
I’m afraid the answer will never come.
I love indecision.
If I make a choice, I might have to stick with it.
Stick with (some) one.
That’s commitment
And I don’t do that [word]
Because Mom & Dad
Fight in June, and July, and September
With footsteps heavy on the stairs
And slamming doors like claps of thunder
I’ve never seen them kiss.
They danced once,
At my best friend’s wedding
And I cried because
I’ve never seen them look so happy.

I’m still waiting to find out
If indecision is better
Than commitment.