there are no bombs falling

we get up

for work, wishing

it was saturday,

it's cold

and raining,

we're tired,

but there are no bombs falling.

the traffic

is miserable,

the coffee cold.

and we're hungry,

but there are no bombs

falling.

the price of milk

and meat

has risen,

gasoline and bread,

the wi fi connection

is weak,

but there are no bombs

falling.

we disagree

on so many things, our

life together

has ended.

there's no love left

between us,

but there are no bombs

falling.