Rest In Pieces
The Grim Reaper called on the family;
funeral arrangements will be finalized today.
A somber procession of all the wrongs
that tombstoned our relationship
march past, one by one,
casketing our “what God has joined together,
let no one put asunder” years.
Appalled bearers of the pain of separation,
the children, grief-stricken, but tearless,
gaze at us with bitter looks of betrayal,
while becoming joint custody statistics.
Ashen memories will repose
in the urns of our minds
until scattered by the winds of time.
Perhaps we were so afraid of old age,
we couldn’t conceive of growing old together –
as if growing old apart would restore our youth.
Copyright © Cindy Thompson | Year Posted 2021
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