Her Marriage...
There was a considerable silence,
the quiet was by choice,
then she was looking at him steadily,
and speaking in a soft, even voice,
his back was to the door,
and his eyes on the floor,
he was promiscuous with no cure,
but she loved him,
in that she was sure,
he was dishonest, ignorant
and immature,
that left her cold,
he brought her so much tears,
during the first two years,
her marriage was without purpose,
undirected, aimless,
but her divorce was
going to be quick and painless.
© 2012 Frank Atanacio