Moon Over Divorce

These two souls,

the yolk of the human body,

who were walking

side by side

down city streets

through all four seasons,

formed a bond,

like the whites of two sunny side up

eggs

frying in the pan: they hardened

and cooked together, 

while the moon watched,

winking shut

and unwinking open,

showering these two souls

in emotion: a roller coaster

of sorrow and joy.  

But, eventually, as we all know,

it’s time to eat,

and the giant spatula

of time sets down and severs

these two souls,

sometimes before they are ready,

and maroons them, separately,

each to their own island

of caraway rye.