The End of Our Marriage
“How was your day?” I ask,
“Fine,” You walk away.
“How are you feeling?” I question,
“Okay,” You sigh and go upstairs.
“Do you want a hug?” I smile,
“No, I’m late!” You rush out the door.
“What time will you be home?” I phone,
“Eat without me, I have no idea.” You hang up.
“Do you want to go to the movies this weekend?” I wonder,
“I can’t, the game’s on,” You mumble.
“Are you sure you still love me?” I whisper,
“Don’t be silly! Now where’s my food?” You read the paper.
“Can I have a kiss?” I cook,
“I have reports to work on,” You eat.
“Don’t you find me attractive anymore??” I wash dishes,
“Of course, chubby, now go get my laundry done,” You fart.
“Do you enjoy spending time with me?” I fold clothes,
“Don’t bother me, the game just started,” You sip beer.
“What time are you coming to bed?” I wipe my eyes,
“Damn it! You made me miss the call!” You turn up the volume.
“Where have you been?” I roll over,
“Shhh, just to the bar with some friends,” You burp.
“Who was that on the phone?” I yawn,
“No one, a wrong number,” You blush.
“Why don’t you talk to me anymore?” I dust,
“Can’t I have some peace and quiet!” You roar.
“Are you having an affair?” I sob,
“I don’t have to tell you everything I do!” You scream.
“What are you doing?” You ask,
“Packing my clothes,” I awake.
“You’re nothing without me!” You shout,
“I’ve been nothing WITH you!” I smile,
and walk out the door.
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