are getting a divorce.
i don't hear them arguing
anymore.
his car is gone all the time.
they've let the yard go.
they've taken
the make love not war sign
out of their yard.
i saw her on the porch
the other day, drinking
and smoking.
a new tattoo on her arm,
the old one smudged out.
they used to be friendly,
they'd wave
say hello, and have a
little chit chat,
about the weather and sports,
the latest virus or war,
no more.
or maybe, just maybe,
they've settled in like
the rest of us.
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