As she emerged from years of abuse,
Became aware of the ******* he'd placed,
She knew it was time to go,
Filed the papers,
Moved in with a friend,
Tried to see another end.
Love does not die easily;
Her heart yearned
Some better way,
But ends must come
When there's nothing left to say.
She left everything to him;
He'd forced his will in choosing every piece:
Furniture, fixings, knife and fork,
Appliances, decor, automobiles....
She wanted none of it anymore.
Love does find a way
To die, though the dying may be slow.
"It's good we didn't have any children,"
His mother said. "We didn't muddy up
Our pure Norwegian blood line."
Love finds a way to die.
