Look to the Stars

I tell the stars...

Honestely, I don’t really want to take the floor, it’s now flank and hollow;
I'm tired and like to sleep in now, so if you could take morning i promise that I will no longer pathetically follow

I’ll hold onto the little shell, from the sea I so adore;
You hold on to all the time invested in the new warmth from Alaska, which I really should deplore.

I'll delicately try balancing the memories of our life together - things I will cherish always and forever; You take off on your new venture making the past appear as thought it was something of no real measure.

I’ll take the kitchen, the last job that I really busted my ass on;
You take the broom that takes you off off and away from.

You take that table; I’ll take the mortar and try to maintain it for who knows how long;
We both take on the weight of the 13 years laid before us, now thrown out the door.

We composed our own vows and promised to work on things in marriage, at some point after Mara was born, you turned outward for all that you needed - a shot that's so heartbreaking to me;

I remain, love you and face the unsettling realization that tomorrow's the divorce day; I look to the stars and come to the realization that there's really not much to 'till death do us part'.