I take
her hand
trembling.
tide is going
out.
all the
secrets
of her
marriage
will be
no longer
hidden.
safe in
harbor
shores.
her life
exposed
to the
pain
the sorrow,
the love
will be
like broken
seashells
thrown upon
this beach.
lost.
never to
be put
back together
again.
her
beauty
still
at hand.
like rose
pedals
without
the sunlight
to guide
them,
she knows
not where
to begin.
lovers from
her past
scurry
about her
thoughts,
like wild
dogs
looking
for scraps
of red
tender
meat.
but she
will have
none of it.
because she
knows it
is time,
to begin
her new
life without
him.