They

He sits on a porch swing
vacant gaze
pensive brow—
laugh lines replaced
with worry lines

She sits on the front step
eyes glazed over
hands clasped upon her lap—
smile replaced
with a mouth in sorrow

They sit in silence
thoughts meet somewhere in that space
of nothing
linger, then detach and float some more
into another place

He walks to his car
with determined step
suitcase in hand, battered and busted
and falling apart
just like he is

She walks on the beach
closes her eyes against the sun
feels the freedom enveloping
warming her
inside and out

They walk away
from each other
without a backward glance
without a thought—
of regret