Ugh

I don’t sleep enough

The night frightens. Me

An unusually warm winter

Beneath my heavy blanket

I huddle like mice

Waiting for it to

Break into the day

Ending

Because we know each

Other and love what

We know but with

No hope there is

No tomorrow and only

A series of today’s

Ex

The end came and

Went with a whimper

Reason outweighed even hope

What we thought wasn’t

And what we had

Didn’t and wouldn’t be

And so like gentlemen

Pushing away from the

Table with cognac cigars

And negotiations we began

To divvy up the

Spoils of loves war

Setting new borders new

Expectations and new policies

And how now we

Will address those remaining

To live in a

Country now called Ex

LettingGo

It is often said

The more you mourn

The longer they stay

Moored to this earth

By the weight of

Your sorrow unchain their

Pain and attach balloons

Of joy and happiness

Letting them float away

As high as the

Sky and well beyond

BusStop

Sitting here and crying

Not really truly knowing

Wondering why thinking how

If leaving was easier

Than staying if ever

Between then and now

They asked what if

Is there such a

Thing as choice then

Or do we all

Just ride the same

Bus to the end

Of the same line