First there was pain,
then there was rot
When it was gangrene,
a dotted line was crossed
The decision which this made,
within my nerves is locked
The saw that cut away,
forever now it sways
The part of me I lost,
haunts me every way
First there was pain,
now there is lots
The two car garage
has one empty spot,
where oil still drips
Garden Path 
It’s a beautiful description of a divorce and I hope it’s fiction.
it is fiction
Thank goodness. Who in their right mind would divorce that facial hair?!
i know right