Picked From The Lot

I tried all the way up until last night;
So fearful of the divorce that will forever us untie.
He insisted once again, our days remain as a part of his past,
A tough pill to swallow, as our days remain more than just that.

Summon all that ragged energy and ‘stand up for that which is’ yours,
Sure, yes, – you’re entitled!
You tacked fast and managed to steady your course,
Leaving behind all that ‘accompanying dread’ you wrote of feeling - you know......all before.

Scream out forever - with new words and experiences in your loudest voice
Divorce came, you are officially set free from your befuddled life of before,
- Cull away then, the request made legal;

- We're divorced today - I am the REJECT culled forever from your lot.

- Take her hand as I now try to learn not to be so waivering, so feeble;

- Hopefully you get all you were not.

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'.