The Darker Side Of love.
When love is gone little remains to salvage but the little ones
A child is not the glue to hold a shattrered love together
The Darker Side of Love
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Television's on but neither one is watching an ambulance goes by its siren unnoticed.
The rings on their fingers just cause allergic reactions now, sex is something that's ranted about on Oprah, food is tasteless only necessary to keep the intestinal fortitude fortified.
Bad love carries a lot of crap that needs to be rectified and disposed of.
The baby laughs but the twinkle in his eye no longer reflects back from his parents glances.
He fails to understand and giggles on.
Rage now replaces the high of a long sweet kiss, crossword puzzles replace conversations, instant replay has taken the place of foreplay.
When eyes do meet the hurt and angst that they mirror cause both to turn away, unable to face each other's failure to face each other's failures.
Counselors lie
exhausted along the couples life's path like war torn refugees their hands raised in exasperation and surrender.
Their name as a family is filed away under hopeless.
The child alone is the glue that keeps the false pretense from falling apart.
It is not just the screaming
the child will remember but also the Arctic atmosphere of this family environment long after his parents are split by death.
But they can't see beyond the petty indifference's of their selfish under indulged contract with each other and so......
The television is on but no one is watching an ambulance goes by its siren unnoticed.
There is no emergency here no urgency left just allergic reactions as the laughter of what they have sired, chuckles softly in the background, still happy for now, in spite of what has sadly transpired around him.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III