Torn

He tore it apart.
She put it back together.
He ripped it to shreds.
and she wondered whether
life with him would always be that way.
Day by day, she gathered pieces.
Particles, like dust, were cleaned away.
Incomplete, the tapestry was laid
upon their ancient wedding bed.
Broken springs. A covering
that never really lasted very long.
Time had passed.
He kept on splitting hairs.
'Til she found that she just
couldn't anymore...

? Michaelette ?

11/24/2004
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