We each sink into our own thoughts. I sit at one end, she at the other end of the table we assembled many years ago. Like our life, the table is now scratched and worn. A siren wails in the distance. I look up and see a lone winter star blinking through the window. It's past midnight, and the question between us remains unanswered.
divorce talk
our dog sits quietly
with her back to me
divorce talk
our dog sits quietly
with her back to me
Haibun Today, 11:1, March 2017
