THE DIVORCE

It's only a hall, long narrow, quiet
In their now empty house;
Once a home where laughter found them unaware
Here and there
Of their sadness.
Present silence reigns bittersweet, by nightfall
She found it in the hall.
A box of memories, images in
Pictures from the wall
Dreams that should have come true, will never be.
Touch her tenderly one more time.
For the presence of you.
Will become but a memory
In her mind.