Two very sad individuals sitting in a lawyers office, not looking at each other, anger and sadness give way to a sense of inevitability. The fees have been paid, joint bank accounts closed, material possessions discarded and happy memories suppressed. A bond made by love is then erased by a few quick strokes of a pen. The room becomes very dark. There is a hasty departure, hampered by fumbled movements and eyes blurred with tears. One of us heads out alone to an empty flat. The other already has a replacement partner, cheque in hand to fund their new life, home and family.
Later in a darkened room the events of the day are replayed listening to Sinéad as she sings “The Last Day of our Acquaintance”.
This is the last day of our acquaintance
I will meet you later in somebody’s office
I’ll talk but you won’t listen to me
I know what your answer will beI know you don’t love me anymore
You used to hold my hand when the plane took off
Two years ago there just seemed so much more
And I don’t know what happened to our loveToday’s the day
Our friendship has been stale
And we will meet later to finalise the details
Two years ago the seed was planted
And since then you have taken me for grantedBut this is the last day of our acquaintance
I will meet you later in somebody’s office
I’ll talk but you won’t listen to me
I know your answer already.
This is exactly John’s life right now. Debbie moved out yesterday.
Wow. I can see how that song would be sticking with you nowadays. I remember feeling heartbroken by listening to it, even when I was in a solid relationship. That’s part of Sinead’s appeal, I think – her ability to consistently touch raw emotions.
Sorry about the turn your life has taken. Hopefully you’re headed in a better direction soon.
@Donald
No worries Donald. The particular moment happened 4 years ago. I kinda have moved on since then (I think) ;p)