He said he couldn’t remember all that much,
maybe he chose to forget a little,
a few minor details
nothing of importance,
a few fragments here
something else there;
who cares who knows?
his whereabouts during those vital hours,
her unaccounted for absence from work,
that break-in at her home and nothing taken,
the discovery of her car in an abandoned lot,
those unexplained scratch marks on his hands?
He said he couldn’t remember all that much;
in front of him a nurse
ushering the detective out of the room,
sat up alone now
with just a monitor beeping above his head
and spreading across his face,
a slow smile.