At five in the morning
He noticed she had the smallest
Of small wrinkles all around her
Half-closed half-hungover eyes
And a part of him still in
Love hurt at the sight.
Later at nine(ish)
She found him bent over
The bills from last month that
He still couldn't pay, so she
Went to the other room to
Turn the radio to something happier.
Around afternoon
He looked at her during lunch
Really looked at her and her
Mismatched eyes and too-red lips
And her alwaysmile and her what'swrongbabe
And her trembling fingers under the table.
Tomorrow she'll wake up later
Than usual, stroll into the emptyfullish
Living room and find his letter under
The house keys, telling her how
Farces don't really last, sorry.
Sorry.
1 comment:
Sometimes farces bring a lil' flavor to life,we all need a comic break from the hectic conundrum of everyday life
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