All that remained was a
Wilted bouquet of flowers
A perfumed handkerchief
And a locket with a tear drop
As testimony of what was
Supposed to be undying love
She had just received a
Truly nasty surprise when
He arrived home rather early
With a floral peace offering to
Make amends for his recent
Dalliances with a colleague
She was blissfully unaware of
His infidelities assuming that
He was working late hours to
Complete his new project plans
When she heard the true story
She set about packing her bags
All his powers of persuasion
Did not work she was adamant
Her trust was broken and she had
To get away to think of her future
She left behind the locket and
Walked into the night in tears
He was miserable, his old charm
No longer had any impact at all
Seeking to drown his sorrows
At least temporarily he reached
Out for a palliative, his whiskey
After many drinks he fell asleep
When he awoke the next day
Realisation dawned on him that
He was only left with memories of
What could or should have been
A happy marriage - she had gone
And no goodbyes were exchanged
