her sister follow me,
her brother-in-law
download
every stroke of the keyboard
on my
Dell computer,
she searched my pant pockets,
shook out
books,
she lifted
up rugs
and pulled open drawers,
searching
for that one clue
that would put the final
nail into my coffin.
she was endless in her
pursuit, in
justifying the reason
for a divorce.
but it wasn't always that way.
there were days
before
when we took long walks
and held hands.
when we called each other names
like honeybun
and sugar pie.
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