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The Day of Our Divorce Hearing

by Ruth Lepson

you treated me to lunch, a spaghetti place. We had never been so kind to each other. When you said I’m still a slob, we laughed. After lunch, we stood in the parking lot. You said, you have the last word, but I said, No, I’m tired of being the one who sums things up. You get the last word. But you couldn’t think of one. So off you went to our silver car, I to our red one. It’s three years later. And even that’s just a story now. Lately I don’t feel as if I lived with you. But I remember our kindness that day, when it no longer mattered.

[madewithonerib]

RE || what would you give-up for everlasting peace || Matthew 18:9

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Nikita Gill shared this on Twitter so now I need to share it with all of you 

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you treated me to lunch, a spaghetti place / We had never been so kind to each other. / When you said I'm still a slob we laughed. /  After lunch we stood in the parking lot. /  You said, You have the last word / but I said, No, I'm tired of being the one who sums things up. / You get the last word. /  But you couldn't think of one. / So off you went to our silver car, /  I to our red one. It's three years later. /  And even that's just a story now. / Lately I don't feel as if I lived with you. But I remember our kindness that day, / when it no longer mattered.

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This is the poem that knocked the wind out of me

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[poem-today]

A poem by Ruth Lepson

The Day Of Our Divorce Hearing

you treated me to lunch, a spaghetti place. We had never been so kind to each other. When you said I’m still a slob, we laughed. After lunch, we stood in the parking lot. You said, you have the last word, but I said, No, I’m tired of being the one who sums things up. You get the last word. But you couldn’t think of one. So off you went to our silver car, I to our red one. It’s three years later. And even that’s just a story now. Lately I don’t feel as if I lived with you. But I remember our kindness that day, when it no longer mattered.

Ruth Lepson

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The Day of Our Divorce Hearing

you treated me to lunch, a spaghetti place. We had never been so kind to each other. When you said I'm still a slob we laughed. After lunch we stood in the parking lot. You said, You have the last word but I said, No, I'm tired of being the one who sums things up. You get the last word. But you couldn't think of one. So off you went to our silver car, I to our red one. It's three years later. And even that's just a story now. Lately I don't feel as if I lived with you. But I remember our kindness that day, when it no longer mattered.

— Ruth Lepson

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