After Divorce
Things settle
Friends, families, pets
Choose their corners
Vast silences
Emerge
The white dwarf
Expired
Whole countries
Faces loved
Places lived
Stories told
Secede
And depart
We will not visit the old places
We will not tell the old stories
We will not kiss the closed-lid lashes of the ones we loved
Divorce is death without ceremony,
Condolence, or hot dish
2 comments:
just found your blog via a link on your first-bud-of-spring photo. (this is JKonig from flickr.) nice blog. i remember blogging, back before i sold my soul to flickr. i must get back to it. hey. it's 12:22. that's technically lunch hour, right? right. on my way.
oh yeah, and this poem about divorce? did you write this? because, like, wow. may i share this with my stepmother's sister, who recently got divorced herself? i myself am married, but am a child of divorce. have you seen "the squid and the whale"? saw it a month ago; when i think back on it, and the ending, i bawl all over again. o, to be 36, and still but a child...
thanks JK -- share away -- will email the remainder.
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