Divorced

Packing up my stuff,
Leaving you a note under a fridge magnet,
A note with really nothing to it,
Just a few short lines,
Distilled emotion -
Do you realise how it has all added up?
Five years into three little lines,
A few dozen words.
Has it really been five years?
What a huge chunk of my life
That's come to nothing but
Written goodbyes
On the back of a torn open envelope -
There it lies
Beside the photographs we put up there:
Captured memories
Of happier times
When I didn't need
Those three little lines.