they finished breakfast and sat there with dirty dishes in front of em…quarter filled coffee cups…paper napkins balled up…a glass with orange pulp in it…they sat there in silence…

cats roamed ’round the kitchen…meowin’ and battin’ paws at one another as the air conditioner kicked on and the dishwasher did it’s job…he thought ’bout sayin’ somethin’…but what was there to say…he’d been caught…and it wasn’t the first time…

years ago she caught him…it was with her best friend…a tall leggy blonde that lived down the road a bit…the good book says to forgive…so that’s what she did…she figured it was her fault anyway…

but this time was different…she felt it in her bones…a coldness when they’d lay in bed together at night…there was no longer so much as a kiss…there was nothin’…

so they sat there in silence…no one cleared the table…no one got more coffee…they just sat there…his cell phone kept ringin’…hit dismiss…turned it over…they no longer looked at each other…stared down into their laps…

breakfast was over…