Death of a Marraige

~~Death Of A Marriage

The room is silent now
white and faded no signs
of the recent violence.
The ring of the telephone
echoes and reverberates
in the now
almost empty space.
The tracks from the furniture
that I cannot replace
left in the carpets.
An ashtray full of cigarettes
A life full of regrets.
Fill the space.
She calls now and then.
We relive the warmth
Not the violent heat of us.
For a fleeting moment
Time plays tricks with me.
I feel her hair
on my bare chest
In our bed.
I see her breast falling on me
As we made love.
Then the reality hits home
Unpaid bills lawyer’s letters
Alimony kids weekends
Our voices retreat
Into the cold war.
The room feels like
Someone was murdered here
It was us
I see our bodies
Lay on the floor
As the telephone
clicks into silence.