One Less Egg to Fry

i get a little

suspicious

when i hear my girlfriend

playing

an old vinyl record

by the 5th dimension.

moving the needle

back and forth

again and again to the same song,

One Less Bell To Answer.

quickly i go to her

kitchen

and open up the fridge.

i lift up the lid

of the egg carton and there's

only one egg in there.

just like i thought.

one egg.

not two,

indeed.

there is one less

egg to fry.

she's not even answering

the doorbell

these days,

or picking up my clothes

when i drop them on the floor.

there's boxes of Kleenex

everywhere,

in every room.

i'm not Sherlock Holmes.

but i know exactly

what's going on here.