Scene From A Divorce

Scenes From A Divorce

Here
In a historic deep-south town
Just past the Travel Agency
In an old wooden building
Lovingly restored
He sat

Waiting to meet a lawyer

The 10 AM sun’s rays
Were dancing shimmers off the river
Across the brick road
Through the gauzy white drapes
As the room
Freckled in sunlight

And the white-beige of the fresh paint
And green cushions
Spoke of southern comfort —
But not the drinking kind —

He thought deeply and slowly
Of how it came to this

It was never supposed
To come to this

And his attorney
A thirty-something
Businesslike female
Emerged from her office

To get her first glimpse of
Her new client

As a single tear

Made its way

Slowly

Down the right side

Of his face

Dreams

In dreams, her life went differently
The choices that she made;
And not coincidentally
She never got betrayed

By selfishness or laziness
Dressed up like true desire:
In dreams, her life is not so low
And keeps on getting
Higher

heart of ice

how is it that she missed his heart of ice,
or that he was a soulless man at heart?
the way he’s treated her is far from nice,
and now she sees what he’s been from the start

for love, to her, was always walking fear;
abandonment, rejection, or much worse:
the time is coming soon for her last tear,
when into a new life she must immerse

it isn’t her, or heaven knows, “all men”:
he’s just a jerk, like he has always been

ReVisit

Moving Day

We built monuments to our arguments in this house

Broke through our mutual boredom by
Ripping into each other with senseless anger
Building sculptures from the shedded remains
Often from pieces of our skin and souls

The sound still reverberates here, even years later
You, unhappy in pretending you were straight
Me, miserable in never knowing why you were so unhappy

Once I knew, the relationship took the course it needed to
Now I’m happy
And you’re happier

But this empty room
Still smells
Like emotional blindness

Empty Nest, Redux

Daughter and grandson
Moving out today
For a place of their own

Divorce being what it is
It has been hard —

Even though, his young self will be here
Every weekday; still,
My wife is very sad

As her empty nest
Was temporarily refilled
Only to be “emptied” again —

For some loves don’t end
As easily
As marriages do

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Our actual daughter and grandson, in our actual living room.

Making Believe

Video of children playing;
An exciting time of the year

Different ages, dressed in costumes —
Making believe for their filming mom and dad.
Children laughing, parents laughing;
All seeming so carefree

But the date
On the bottom of the screen
Is telling a different story —

Its really the parents
Who are making believe
At this point

The children have no idea,
The husband has no idea

A decision will be made,
And the laughter will fade away:

And that family

Won’t ever be one

Again