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I saw the divorce in your eyes

Your spine 

The way you bend over the counter to hand them your card 

Or respond when I ask 

"What kind of music do you like?"

"I don't really know anymore."

You study the earth, rocks, writing 

Just now finishing an essay on how you became a geology student 

You were the one that taught me if you want to write you must write everyday 

But you don't know that I know that even though you study rocks

You have none to stand on 

You have always been quiet these last 5 years 

But this is different 

This is like someone is twisting the skin of your arm and seeing how far it can stretch and you are trying as hard as you can to be

Straight faced

Your mom told me about the

Time you cried 

And the last time I saw her 

It was only a minute 

She reassured me how final her marriage is 

As if I let on somewhere along the line that I approved 

She said it right there in the salon as if I had asked her the age of her cat or where she got the brown eyes from

You are not afraid for her life

But for your own

You are grieving something you once believed in and now have nothing to write about or study for 

||did you know? divorce, it takes place in all of your children too