Chanda Katonga Poet Free verse

The Divorce

I said on that day,
“I love you, baby,”
and she whispered,
“I love you, darling.”
Rings were exchanged,
and vows were spoken—
“Only death will do us apart.”

But how little we knew,
that both of us were wearing masks.
She fell in love with the man I pretended to be,
and I fell in love with the woman she performed.
A marriage of hidden interests
is poison to the soul.

I said, “Margaret, I knew you
before I was whole—
and I thought you would complete me.”
She looked into my eyes and said quietly,
“I want a divorce.”

That day, I married myself.
I took myself out,
I bought myself flowers,
I made love to silence,
and I dined with my own soul.
Books became my companions,
music my lover,
and solitude my faithful wife.

For the first time,
I met Margaret within me.
The divorce was not a curse—
it was the unveiling of grace.
I found that love was never lost;
it was waiting inside,
patient and divine.

And when Margaret returned,
she came not to complete me,
but to see herself in me—
for I had become
the mirror of her own awakening.

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