Divorce
Divorce
bouts as stormy
as a hurricane,
throwing, blowing,
shifting wind
endlessly around,
then calming,
quietly, peacefully
down.
enabling myself to
blend into the
peaceful surroundings,
contemplating, the
safeness of approaching
this foe or staying
away.
the final blow,
will begin with a middle
man, and on walking out
the door, we will be no more.
the blow will last
a lifetime, you and your
companion, me, and mine.
the last battle, we exit out
the door, the shadow of
our love will exist no more.
Copyright © Delores Allen | Year Posted 2021
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