alimony
and child support
and moving
four or five times
like it was
yesterday.
i can hear the truck
backing up
to the front stoop
to carry my bed
and dresser into the dark
hole of five guys
and a truck.
ah, the good old days.
waving the dog
goodbye.
the temporary apartment
with a balcony
overlooking
a donut shop and a gas
station.
a new key to get in.
i remember the circular
arguments,
the accusations,
the lies
and deceit.
the change of phone
numbers
and addresses.
everything you ever
worked for
cut in half.
love. sweet love.
what is love if not
all of that?
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