Fifty Ways to Leave a Lover. No. 51

No bitterness and no recriminations,
no flesh hacked off in gladiatorial sport,
no claims for unpaid debts, no scornful laughter
to mock experience so dearly bought.

But differences all gently papered over,
cracks filled and memory's cobwebbed cupboards cleared.
Receipts for all the good times carbon copied
our life divides more simply than we'd feared,

with dogs and books and vinyl all apportioned,
all ledgers balanced with forgiveness sought
and paid for with a parting smile.
For this had once been love - or so we'd thought.

Martin Parker

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