The Wasteland Isn't Just for the Teenaged

She thought of the way his hair fell over his blue eyes
And the way his lips tasted like stale cigarettes and fireball and lust
And the way he made her laugh until she couldn’t breathe
And the way he would kiss her spine in the morning

And the way he would ignore her
And make her cry at work
And the way they screamed at each other that last night

She thought of him
and decided the bad far outweighed the good
She thought of him
and felt relief that it was finally over