Poem #394

he looked tan and sad
coming back from Miami
his wife didn’t smile either
no one asked why
but he left soon after
an empty bottle of metronidazole
in his desk’s wastebasket
an old diamond ring
in his desk’s drawer
a paper slip with “Sorry.”
on the desktop

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