It's easy to let cynicism make a home where, what we thought was, a forever love takes its leave. The parting, like the many irrationalities that precede it, has its own set of rituals - returning his stuff, getting yours back, etc., etc. While it's a great idea for the newly, mutually disrespecting, it can be seen in a futile light by someone who still rues the outcome. The unexpected crossroads is a place to pause. And move on.
All the sand that you see Some ages ago was stone. Leave the photoframes as they stand. They'll fall down on their own.
My gifts and letters, all returned; A bee that tried to give back pollen? 'sif words erased would quietly climb Into the pen from which they'd fallen.
Many days into an intimate journey, A stubborn crossroads has arrived. Could cower to retrieve the life before. Or build the dreams that are more derived.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.