#brokenfamilies
to the groom's side:
I am sorry
I never had
the words to say
I love you
one last time.
the truth is..
I don't know how
we got here
or where
I'm going
wrong
but
I do
know
I have
to go.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
When you first left, it's true I missed you,
More concerned than surprised
Of a life not living with you,
And not on the lookout for.
We were deep into the day-to-day;
Rising, showering for my pay,
Coffee driving to be the workplace slave,
Going out to get a bite or two,
Watching favorite shows with you,
Before retiring for the night.
Getting rest, restarting bright.
It got steeper the further we climbed,
Something was missing, hard to define,
The kids came, there was less time,
Dashing here and there was all fine;
Will I miss that too?
I had plans. I stewed.
So, we cracked the atomic nucleus,
The fallout made us think;
We couldn't life in the shelter,
Outside would make us sick.
The emergency supply was dwindling,
You were itching to get moving,
But the all clear hadn't signaled yet.
The sirens wailed, get out and breathe
Fresh air and some needed reprieve.
One path diverged, and I'm good,
I don't miss you like I thought I would.
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
I hear them
The tolling, wailing bells
So we've come to the end
The last page of an epic
The silent fadeout of the silver screen
The dimming embers of a massive bonfire.
We've unmoored our boats from the flotilla we once knew as 'home' and 'family'.
The end of us
We stand in the ruins
Of a great building
It once held the relation
Of a father and daughter
Of a husband and wife
You set it on fire
But we will not put out your flames
With our tears and blood
Anymore.
Let the fire take away your poison
And let the rain scour away every last toxic residue
Of the bond we once held.
This is my requiem. Perhaps one day this too shall seem like a dream.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC