A Marrytime Tale

They say Marriage is a 50/50 love, yet at its end I became that lonesome dove. Seeing I was outnumbered, I slowly caved into her marital masquerade, a benevolent shapeshifter of sorts in a solemn Pisces recompense of "yes dear" compromises leaving my sketchy identity in a veritable viscous check. An Ohio native, trustworthy to everyone and their brotherly ways, I lived in a quicksand society, nameless always in a wonderment maze of, why are these things happening to me? More tried, more loss, an equation of never ending restitudes of who am I questions. Slowly I digressed into a patriarchal panorama pattern of being, doing, acting; am I becoming Her? Thus, where isth thou dave? Filtering one's consciousness into another's unknown abyss/bliss/piss left me an automaton of male ambiguity. The more I did, strove and desired the worse it got--the worse it got the more I did. A perfect conundrum did exist unto us. A moratorium on myself in the quake of control through everything that was once Me. I became a Drone, the ultimate worker bee to instantly garner and satisfy the Queen of Hearts, lest I lose my head, in order to stay in the nest. I rose to every occasion despite her intricate detail of wantedness, though only somewhat posthumously regarded in mixed company with minimal respect. Why then stayth you sayth? My three salient sons you see, I gave them my all from Aa to Zz. Yet in these interims of fast forward times of future undoings, platitudes and sheltered paths of primrose promises, I rated last on the list with all. My only offspring solace comes from the reading of the Prophet prose on "Children". A must read book for all things on all counts to all persons. Call it what you will as I swallowed that pill to be ever present. With no regrets, remorse, fear or animosity, the past is just that--dead and gone, RIP. With all life's deeds and that ever beckoning specter of physical death that knows us everyone, I go in peace. I gave it/we/us/them the very essence of my being. Love is all you need when the curtain falls.