The Art of Divorce
Gold rings once the same
like circles around the sun
that sets into dark.
The boxes packed some china broke.
No more Holidays with your crazy folks.
Your new address is off by a number.
Where are all your things for your first night slumber.
There they sit out on the porch as the rain sprinkles to a soak.
All words promised and spoken so strongly..
Off you go as another will not treat me wrongly..
Poet Destroyer (Divorce Club Contest)
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010
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