Divorced

divorced pause. between the last syllable of your goodbye and the memory of all we promised to each other is a dream that will not die a suspended sunset that once gifted our eyes old moon in a tired sky cacophony of crickets in the backdrop as you cry with questions that ask only why why why and I, sinking drowning fading into the ink of my heart can’t remember the first misstep or how that fissure tore us apart. ragged edges painted red with fingers raw pointing at what each other said pause. between your last step and the wetness of our first kiss there is a breath still breathing in the hollow of our chests making sense of what making love once meant wondering where our innocence went what took it’s place and what we didn’t say to our children who are still wondering why we went away.