Remember that time we laughed so damned loud
we set the English office ablaze with noise?
Students and staff staring; I was so proud
to have you, my work wife. We sneered at toys,
at teaching balloons. We sought each other
on training days; went through the motions, smirked,
watched our children; they’d no yawns to cover,
and we, glued together, stuck with what worked.
But it was more than that. Life needs support,
inside out. Our beauty, our ugliness.
Births, affairs, deaths and lemons to report;
secrets and pills, drunken heels, shared weakness.
And when that split, that clear divorce came,
this place, this life, it’s never been the same.