The Crackerjack prize goes to anyone who answered: An ended relationship!
The tone is one of detached contemplation, really.
Here it is again, for those who weren’t at the meeting tonight:
I washed the last stain of our sex
from the sheets last night.
White bear paw print
Turned to milk
And evaporated into my linens.
(Liz H. – written in 2001)