A Sense of Separation

by

Dina Dinsmoor

A Sense of Separation

She saw the divorce coming
what a brute he was, yelling at her
over a dropped cheese wrapper

He saw the divorce that night too
he never raised his voice in the least
despite her allegation it was only in jest

She listened to the divorce book
of course he was evil, all her friends said so
family and relatives too

He listened to the divorce lawyer
of course she was evil, and did he have his permission
to take on this small commitment

She smelled his freshly pressed shirt
fragrantly soaped and stainless
someday empty of her worries

He smelled her perfume in the air
it was lovely and inexpensive you know
certainly replaceable as things would allow

She had a taste of living in her own walls
they were thick and undecorated
so she worked on improvement

He had a taste of talking in his own world
saw the jesting was worse then bittersweet
made a phone call the sixteenth

They, that night
they touched each other

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by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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