My marriage
Was like my scotch
It was on the rocks.

Lasting only three years
Feeling like
Three hundred.

I felt broken
For a while
Being torn asunder.

Close to feeling drowned,
Quickly going under

It took some time...
Being by myself.

It took forgiving,
Putting anger on the shelf

It was hard seeing my boy
So little back then.

Every time we saw each other
he'd say daddy when is the next time, when?