A Great Love Dies Poem by James Browning Kepple

Its officially in the paper love, see,
I push the periodical across the table, light a cigarette,
she drinks her coffee and stares at the acidic print,
you know I never thought it would last she lisps,
Im a bit shocked myself but just nod my head,
its a shame I begin, you know that it would end,
well, I for one am glad its all done and gone with,
she grabs one of the cigarettes, and I light her smoke
but continue, isnt it a bit sad,
sad, who cares, life is meaningless, this is morning,
we wake we defecate we make love, its a boring routine,
at least this was interesting for a bit of conversation,
I guess shes right, I grab back the paper,
stand up and place it in the proper recycling receptacle

all the news is garbage anyways love I say,
put on my coat, Im off to the pub,
a drink this early jim?
yeah well a great love has just died
and you know what! Im gonna put my tears in a pint glass,
bemoan this moment a little longer then a headline,
besides why do you care?