No More Poem by jaca rdn

From here where I’m standing
this looks like ending
and it feels like ending too
and that’s just all right with me.
Your silly singing
my awful timing
now turned to bad rhyming
and constant nagging,
so can you see fun there hun.
Now we’re just using the same stuff;
fridge, sink, remote, bed, front door
but there’s no words between us
so one of us will have to go.
Yeah, it was good while it lasted
but now it’s time to cut the cra*
there’s no need to be sorry
shake hands, bye and wrap up.