divorce

three times in one week,

though we don’t talk anymore,

I have dreamt of her.

Day 2618a/b

Day 2618a

it seems so simple,

that we best thrive when allowed

to each have “my” space

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Day 2618b

I’m doing something

that a year past, I wouldn’t -

coffee-shop breakfast

RAL

a day doesn’t go by,

where thoughts don’t lead to you and

what’s become of us

Day 2600a/b/c/d

Day 2600a

It’s been really hard

to see this year for the truth:

opportunity

- – - – -

Day 2600b

The shadow crept up

the river valley’s east side

as the sun dropped low

- – - – -

Day 2600c

I open my eyes

trees budding, cars passing by,

the universe spins

- – - – -

Day 2600d

This tree I’d not known

a year ago, I’m seeing

bloom a second time

- – - – -

Day 2599

Day 2599

“but it’s been a year,”

was all I needed to hear,

and I closed my eyes

Day 2597

Day 2597

I have to admit

I have trouble letting go,

though time’s moving on

Day 2590

Day 2590

with the removal

of a cabinet, my life

continued forward

Day 2587

Day 2587

walking and crying

saw flowering asphalt cracks

and looked for meaning

continued adjustments: divorce

not being married

means removing my address

from Tiffany’s list

–

it’s hard to adjust

to change, when it’s not chosen -

but thrust upon you.