Walls
It was two weeks after christmas
when my sister announced her divorce
she said she just fell
out of love
and so the two hundred thousand
dollar house
the one with the wet ink still on the deed
wouldn't hear my nephews laugh anymore
wouldn't feel “I love you” leap from the
kitchen to the front door so the drive to work would be warm
wouldn't see any first gray hairs get plucked out into the sink over and over again
defying age staying young and dumb and passionate forever
but God
I bet my parents house looks at it
this young unbruised buck
“you didn't have to feel it!” it cries
“you didn't have to hear those boys scream, crying for their parents to stop hitting each other!
you didn't have to feel ‘I love you’ jump to door and shatter against the red paint
you didn't have to watch those gray hairs frame a face that turned all that passion
all that beautiful ignorance all that defiance into hate and stupidity
you're so lucky
at least they admitted when they fell out of love”
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