The house becomes a sketch of a house,
no doors, no floors, no water in the bath,
no memory of happiness or dread, no family
There’s the butcher-block table,
the plain pine chairs,
the higher reality and the lower reality, still married
to their endless argument.
Hard to see what remains of the children
learning to walk, plead, forgive, scribble
houses with windows like eyes
and circles with arms and legs
and criss-crossed lines that mean to be fingers
of people holding hands.
No shadows stretch
from their rectangular feet,
though behind them suns
with manes like lions
shine in yellowing skies
that once were white as eggs
when the loss
these scribbles recollect
was still a house with doors and floors
and splashing in the bath.
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Source: 30dB.com – Divorces
Comment: “Social just doesn’t see much good in divorce either. From the precipitating factors to the ugly impacts divorces come in at 82% negative in social media.” – Howard K. 30dB