in his turquoise Chevrolet
he
pulled away
as we stood at the door,
others at the window,
and waved.
divorce is cruel
to everyone.
where once there was love,
then none.
the promises of returning
became fewer.
we grew
without him.
he found another life.
a new family.
a new wife.
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