I’ve gotten used 
to this now
not that it
was any different 
about you go
about I do
we just don’t 
go on about 
each other anymore 
who we are 
to each other 
or ever were
what difference anyway 
does it make 
now that we 
no longer us 
to anyone else 

To live 
is to
live true 
the truth 
whatever yours
is and
never was
is your 
beacon forward 
not only 
showing your 
way but 
the way 
for others 
to find
their truth 
and life

I know 
that he 
belongs to 
my present 
because my
ex husband 
only appears 
from my 
subconscious past
whereas he 
always appears 
in my 
conscious present 
true love 
being true 

Standing amid 
the throngs
a coliseum 
of my
own making 
filled with 
cheering strangers 
goading on
not knowing 
what exactly 
just on
so on
I go 
until nothing 
but wind
and empty 
silenced seats 

Once in limelight 
then in darkness 
time in limbo 
even visiting madness 
now in light 
so much for 
this thing life 
I have learned 
that every stop
has its own 
treasures trinkets and 
postcards heralding their 
there making memory 
even those now 
filling some dump
now quiet days 
having at last 
reached my destination 
before my destination 
a plain place 
my mountains now 
rise before me 
standing in awe 
admire I do 
scale I don’t 
for my searching 
is now over