the unpromising land

it was a break up
of biblical
proportions. forty
nights
and forty days
of back and
forth negotiations.
you almost
built an ark,
the tears were
so frequent.
she cursed you
with plagues upon
your home,
then forgave you
in a fit of compassion,
even folding
a pile of
your clothes.
at some point,
exhausted, you
took a nap
together, during which
you made your
move with a closing
of spoons, causing her
to say, what do you
think you're doing?
are kidding me?
to which you
replied, this has
nothing to do with
our break up argument.
I just thought
maybe we could use
a little fun,
some relaxation.
men, she screamed
and ran out of
the bedroom
to find her suitcase.
finally, the sea
of our love had
been parted
and she was crossing
from the unpromising land
without me.