the bones of it
Yet another breakup poem
I thought the bones of it
were good
after all, the signs were there
the loving connection, eye contact, the tension, Brené Brown mention, therapeutic past, and a spoken commitment to partnership
partnership
that’s what we said we both wanted
now I don’t know about you but the partner I seek wouldn’t just up and walk away, they stay
they stay and they work
cause it works
and we did.
and after all that,
are the signs waiting in the shadows
lying in the wings to take flight?
soaring high above the trees
elated, alive
free?
are the signs there, are they better than me?
do they know something I don’t?
or has the final curtain really taken its fall?
if that’s the case, then sleep tight, my love, as I tuck you in firm and turn for the darkness
cause after all that, I lie confused
as mouths close and minds race with what’s unseen
unsaid
all the while you leave your baggage where it doesn’t belong
how could you?
you buried me alive
without so much as a nod
I guess we’ll lay the bones of it
to rest
after all.
