Fall came early that year, the north westerly blew there was sadness <br />in the air, I just knew something was not right. It was on a day like this <br />my wife said she wanted a divorce, and she had already worked out <br />the details of the settlement, I could keep our log cabin. She knew me <br />so well it was the only thing I wanted. My wife is keen athlete she <br />likes to run and go skiing, it was only natural that she married the man <br />who runs a sports shop. My exercise is to get up from my typewriter <br />walk into to the kitchen to make another cup of coffee. <br />A rare beautiful winter day, blue sky and pale sun, there was a knock <br />on my door, I opened saw her green Volvo disappearing down the lane; <br />by the door a bag of cooked food and jam. And twice a week she does <br />this, but now I wait till her car has disappeared. “Love and cherish...” <br />she is a good catholic, takes her promises seriously. In summers, she <br />runs past my house, looks straight ahead and I pretend not to see her,<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odd-love-story/
