When you can’t agree,

the state will tell you what you owe each other.

A black robe and gavel will parse the he said, she said

and dole out the accumulations of your life together:

the 401K

the lamp

the dog

even your time with the children you made together.

But no one will talk about what you were to one another,

no one will try, no one can fix the fact that once you were a pair against the world.

He was your knight in shinning armour.

She was your travel companion, a fellow adventurer.

You created a safe place to land.

And then you burned it to the ground.