Coward

R. is reading in the living room.
I just came over.

I wrote him a letter,
I'll wait till he will fall asleep and I'll put it the table.

I wrote that I want him to go, and leave my keys.
I told him that I don't want him here anymore,
and said that I am sorry.

I really can't stand his presence anymore.
Sometimes I am so courageous,
but this time I am a coward...