This seals our pact; from this day <br />You turn a different route, I go my way. <br />No turning back, no tearful sighs <br />As we look up ahead at our apportioned skies. <br />We met, loved and are better parted <br />Than we fought, bitched and were broken hearted. <br />I’ll ignore, I promise I completely shall <br />You breakfast on poaches or roaches <br />Or club sandwiches, or not at all. <br />No nagging tongue your siestas disfavor <br />Borrow your towel, toothbrush or blunt your razor. <br />Iron a bread, bake an alumni shirt & how <br />You’re welcome to do all these to yourself now. <br />And lest I commit culpable homicide <br />Your inhaler is in the third left drawer, beside <br />Eighty two prescriptions that foretold <br />You’re getting old, you’re getting old, you’re getting old. <br />Those stupid letters you wrote me Darcy style <br />Inhabit your elderly dense brown boring file. <br />I long to watch your graceless face <br />When that chick of a secretary absconds without a trace <br />Despite a rupees fifty raise <br />Nor Gods nor mortals know belles’ ways! <br />So may you discover why they say <br />Cold tea and old wife never betray. <br /> And so might you discover why <br />Cold scrooges and old husbands never satisfy!<br /><br />Mandira Mitra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/divorce-2-2/
