December 6, 2014 by babylondogs
I no longer have to watch your
home improvement shows
or reruns of Star Trek the Next Generation
or apologize for being on the computer
or pretend I find you attractive
or reduce myself to a shadow of the light I once was.
As the days move me further from you
blessings pile on blessings
and I am mastering the art of counting.
You were never what you pretended to be.
We were never what I believed we were.
A lie for fifteen years, hourly and daily repeated,
a shovel that dug a ravine that maybe neither of us will escape.