The Art of Divorcing

You said you were happy You said you were happy

I was happy--enough

at least I thought so… at least for a while

until uncomfortable thoughts

moved to silent tension,

--afraid to disrupt the peace

Remember when we used to have fun? Remember when we used to have fun?

the question ‘am i happy?’ never had to be                          asked.

we would spend time together,

two lovers lost in languid love

forging a future,

not reminiscing on the past...

I felt this coming I never saw this coming

at Christmas with your parents.

was it even ever love?

it felt more like an efficient relationship;

we both knew it wouldn’t last… right?

I think

It’s time to give up ‘It’s time to give up’

you said

in a voice hardly sprinkled with despair.

how

Can’t this be easy for you? Can this be easy for you?

the charade is up

we can split the money.

Let’s just move on Let’s just move on

I’m done trying

You’ve made your point

I’m moving out

Lets be clear,

I’m the one leaving you. I’m the one leaving you.