There is something so anti-climactic
That the Empire State has lost its bearings;
That the Governor’s lost his head.
And there is something so disappointing
A year of trial separation
Painstakingly negotiated and
Separate cities; then
He should have known I wasn’t coming home when I went to Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams and bought myself that mid-century styled sofa;
Steel grey. Like everything else.
Shades of grey.
Like the grey day in Albany, weeks before our marriage;
And that day in Monaco, days before our wedding — dining after the rain on the balcony at the Hotel de Paris;
And the one day in Paris, six months married, and listening to the rain on the eaves;
And then that one gloomy day in the City, five years later,
In my office…
Finding out that New York had become a no-fault state — a blameless state — the day before we were to file for divorce and couldn’t point our fingers anymore.