In the carport,
two cars,
his and hers.
On the towel rack,
two towels,
his and hers.
In the bedroom,
the bed,
with two pillows still wet.
From the teardrops they shed,
his and hers.
The kids write their bodies,
his and hers.
Say their prayers every night,
his and hers.
And it's plain from the start,
when the day comes too far,
it will break two little hearts,
his and hers.
In the courtroom,
two sides,
his and hers.
It's a question of pride,
his and hers.
What a pity,
we say,
to see marriage today,
going separate ways,
his and hers.
Why did it have to be mine and yours?