A couple of people at the altar
who think love each other, and were naive enough
to think they could take on the world together
Means a couple late nights
trying to find time to sleep and see each other
with three jobs between them.
A couple of kids came as a surprise,
and honestly an unwelcome one, times being tough and bills starting to stack up
higher than the five story apartment building they were living in.
A couple of dollars short to pay rent was becoming normal,
As the two didn’t know how to handle all the expenses
that came with a new life together.
A couple of stressed people staring to understand
That marriage isn’t all they thought, still not getting the fact
that they didn’t know each other at all
Leads to a couple of harsh words and raised voices,
Echoing throughout the hallways at 3 A.M,
children screaming in their cribs.
A couple broken glasses,
Shattered into more pieces than days they have been together,
demonstrate how easily things can get out of hand.
A couple of bruises followed quickly by apologies surprised them both,
Because neither of them knew he was capable of,
A bruise, a cut, blood on the floor.
A couple of tears wash away the makeup
that feebly covered the marks of last week’s fight,
scars in the mind fresher than the ones on her left leg,
Which leads to a couple of new thoughts in her head,
That perhaps she could do better; that there may be something that possibly
could be better in another lovers arms.
A couple of lipstick stains on the wineglass
Are the only proof she was there, as if to welcome in
new boundaries, and people into more than just her life.
A couple of nights away with the new Mr. Right aren’t even noticed,
Seeing as the old news spends his nights at the bar,
Looking for forgiveness at the bottom of a bottle instead of his wife
A couple of nights out turns into routine,
Hearts racing of the thought of the scandalous actions
of two different better halfs.
Until a couple of drinks too many turns into a bad idea,
Passion leading down the hallway to the full sized bed
that took his entire last paycheck to cover.
A couple too many workers scheduled at his factory job means he is sent home early,
His guilt of their fight still weighing heavy on his mind like cinderblocks,
Completely unaware that his actions lost his wife weeks ago.
A couple of pieces of clothes he doesn’t recognize makes his heart sink,
Trying to justify how she couldn’t, wouldn’t ever turn away
from the shambled marriage they both existed in.
A couple of bodies on top of each other pulls his stomach through his throat,
seeing the manifestation of his worst fear before his eyes
that have tears building up from within them.
A couple of screws loose in the alcoholic’s brain
cause a total unhinging of the mind, as he can’t even hear himself think
because his screams are so loud,
Followed quickly by a couple of fists flying, as well as anything he could get his hands on,
trying to make her bleed as much as his heart is
on the recesses of his tired frame.
A couple of half-clothed lovers run from the violence,
More afraid for their lives,
than they are ashamed of their actions.
A couple of months pass.
The silence between them stiller than a corpse
whose pulse left its body long ago,
Broken only by a couple of signatures on a page,
Which put the last nail in the coffin
of the love that never was.