I gave you a chocolate bar last night.
As if that could soften the blow of divorce.
A divorce that hits,
With all of the force
Of things that came before
the last few scenes
Of this remorseful divorce.
I invited you to breakfast.
As if eating cancer inducing bacon with our children,
Will close this void.
A void that has grown,
As you try to avoid
Eye contact with the man who annoyed,
But was gravely ill
And took no joy
As his marriage became
This hideous void.
I love the smell of freshly signed divorce papers in the morning (sic).
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
I gave you a chocolate bar last night.
As if that could soften the blow of divorce.
A divorce that hits,
With all of the force
Of things that came before
the last few scenes
Of this remorseful divorce.
I invited you to breakfast.
As if eating cancer inducing bacon with our children,
Will close this void.
A void that has grown,
As you try to avoid
Eye contact with the man who annoyed,
But was gravely ill
And took no joy
As his marriage became
This hideous void.
I love the smell of freshly signed divorce papers in the morning (sic).
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