Since you left, the stuff you left
just makes me feel sad and bereft;
and so it’s time to clean the house —
farewell to you, my former spouse.
The air is fresh, the grass is wet —
this is the season we first met;
the birds return; the rabbits, too —
each spring I always think of you.
I scrubbed the bathroom spic and span —
your hair’s now in the garbage can;
your loofah and your dental floss
I never want to come across.
The neighbors do their gardening
as we divide the furnishings;
the breeze is sweet, the grass is wet —
of course the children were upset.
It’s great to see the flowers grow —
of course all of the neighbors know;
the temperature is getting mild —
it’s time to get the papers filed.
Look in the fridge, what did I find
but condiments you left behind;
the mustard and the mayonnaise —
reminders of our better days.
It was a lovely life we had —
perhaps I’ll post a craigslist ad;
perhaps I’ll buy a me a houseplant
to love me since it’s sure you can’t.
The sun is warm, the grass is mowed —
it’s time our marriage hit the road;
the wind is soft, the sky is blue —
who knows how much the children knew.
I’ll save a lot come your birthday
with less crap I will throw away;
this is the season we first kissed —
the same one we got divorced.