even though the walls
are the same.
Watching relationships
disintegrate to ash
is no chick-flick .
Its not an explosion.
No earth shattering event,
this slow decay.
He set the scene.
She struck the match.
They lit the fire.
It consumed silently.
They never noticed
as the bed disintegrated.
The flames ate their hearts,
Leaving cinders in its wake,
And bitter hate.
Two homeless people
With a roof above their head
and not a word to be said.
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