Ante Meridiem

She stood in his doorway

with a mouthful of maunder

and a suitcase in each hand.

She complained about a lack of intimacy

and an inability to compromise.

She cited several examples.

From his supine position in the bed,

he barely acknowledged her presence.

No benefit from arguing.

While trying to sound encouraging,

he reassured her that it was for the best.

He did not elaborate.

Romantic moments now made bittersweet,

with the death of the relationship

reaching back and reshaping the beginning.

Invisible fault lines now made obvious,

all serving as warning signs

for the trouble on the horizon.