the divorce

The divorce

They met in a pub, people often do over drinks
Cross-eyed love, it was not, lust perhaps an end of solitude.
Hastily married got a mortgage and bought a house that
looked big outside but had narrow rooms.
There was a small garden hidden inside a tall fence
A mortgage is a contract which enslaves young people until
 they are 75 which is so far away it is abstract.
They both worked very hard long hours to pay the loan and
 nice things for the home, therefore they didn’t get to knew
each other than the obvious.
Covid struck, confined inside, discovered they had nothing
in common other, then the apparent, that was not enough
to sustain and foster delicate flowers of love.
The pretty couple next door has divorced, strange they
looked so industrious.