Unions I have known attempted conjugal paths hammered and etched of steel and glass Blissful beginnings torturous lessons dragging one or the other off course Promises of better blink in the headlight while hope from the past fades in the rearview mirror Rage against loss of what was only a potential unrealized The shiny blink Beckoned to me and a hundred others Eventually fading away Alone now learning to love the only one I can trust
A lovely treatise in a tiny poem about divorce, grief, loss. Rings both true and familiar. Well done.