Two spouses sat in a car
Frowning like a sky about to rain
Their sullen faces obvious with bile
In a conversation full of trifling importance
Seen in a mirror with mutual disdain
The driver in a dilemma
Of who to support sat still behind the wheels
If he dares a smile and looks at the husband
His job is gone
His lips moved without a word
From his congested heart.
A certain sinister silence
Got a strangled hold of them
And in this cloud
Their driver quietly witnessed them
Administered a divorce vow
On a nuptial vow that refused to stick.
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