Litigating Time
We had our private terms of endearment
Like sunshine and buttercup blossom
so corny and so real.
We floated in each other's eyes during
Romantic walks, making love in
Every room in the house until gradually
What was most endearing
Became somewhat annoying
And we made love in only the bedroom.
I wasn't far enough in my career to be a success.
She started to travel more with hers and
Wore black lace negligee
But not for me.
Our arguments grew more frequent
The silences longer.
We hung in for the kids.
Until finally one day we were litigating over
The bedroom clock.
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