it wasn't
the burnt toast,
or
the lack
of sex,
my snoring,
or inability
to remember
important dates,
or the way
she spent money
like
a drunken sailor
on liberty,
no, it
was something
deeper, much
more than that
that did
us in.
our shelf life
had expired.
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