Treasure Island

Edward Iacona

(August 27,1948 / Brooklyn, New York)

CHECK - MATE


CHECK - MATE
Edward Iacona


It came in a business envelope
That bore my lawyer's name.
It arrived without any fanfare.
And without any acclaim.
Inside it was the end result
Of a sad and expensive game.
It contained the official decree
That snuffed out a former flame.
It said nothing of the heartbreak,
Brought by her lying, cheating or blame.
It just said our divorce was finalized
With dispassionate words to proclaim.
And with the included stipulations
A new life is not the same.
Now there's only looking forward.
For to recapture the past there's no aim.
One would think such a valued document
Would be made more suitable to frame.

Submitted: Thursday, June 28, 2012

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Even the bitter stories I write have some humor... this is no exception. But, it is about closure.

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