It’s the eve
and I feel
all popped down
I’m popping peanuts
Tension is in the room
Anxiety is lying on my chest
Has been that way since the last fatal words over a week ago
Then everything stopped. The last tether I was holding onto broke.
Poof. Bandaged emotional dams broke.
the fight has gone out
and the light
and the love
We let it slip away
Not me, him
Four years of CPR
Time to pull the plug?
Or just walk away
(No further explanations need, we’re all talked out)
And leave the vegetated state
With this ring, on those steps under the canopy of the sunny Friday sky
We’d promised forever, said I do
But didn’t expect that forever meant so much work to keep fires stoked
Except, why did it feel as though I was the only one changing and forgiving and caring?
And while we looked on, the venom took the oxygen out of our air
The flame on the Forever dipped, blew out
and quiet-ly, tiptoe-ing-ly slipped away.
While conflicted, crying heart(s)
helplessly and silently
watched the petals and the promises swallowed up in
the swirling dervish dusk.