Happily Divorced

Mary’s eyes widened
before crinkling.
She wrinkled her nose
and curled her lip,
staring at the paper
on the kitchen table
that he’d left
beneath the candle.
The wax a puddle
beneath its wick.
He wanted the old Mary,
or a divorce.
She lowered her eyes
to the left.
She shifted on her bed,
falling asleep;
if that’s what you call it.
Ruminating wide awake,
listening to the broken
dreams on her lonely bed.

Twitter – @AC0040

(© 2022 AC)

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