The divorce
So tell me how I’m supposed to feel…
this paper says ten years of marriage and love
are void and null.
Gone from life into history…
Texas…Mississippi…Washington…
Douglas…college…drugs…a son…
growing…tears…holding together late at night
struggling…pain…anger…needs…love.
The paper is pink…filed in some huge book
at the hall of justice
and we, just citizens again.
I feel naked and she’s some stranger.
It was so familiar…’My wife.’…she’s my wife, Rose,
no more.
I’m sad, my lady, after all our reasoning and logic
and all the times I said, ‘…just a paper….’
I’m still sad…if you had been home just now when I called
I would’ve told you so
my love … my … my ….
gallagher
25 January 1979
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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