in that blonde mop

she was so conscious

protective of

hairdressers every other week

while I waited for her

bar down the street

thinking slow at home

where just everything

was going wrong

we parted unkind

words shouted hissed loss & hate

while I waited

for her to catch on

it wasn’t me to blame

I’d put all effort in

create a home

someplace we could live

forget about the world

to later mea culpa

that I was the problem

there all along

I’d put the effort in

so much so she hadn’t had to

bother lay a finger

get up off that pampered ass

so now to see grey

in that coiffured blonde

makes me think

she just might be putting another

ahead of her first