It’s time to decide,
Clear-eyed, emotionless.
Time to split
The furniture, the books,
Even the children….
Vestiges of a marriage
Come to an end.
The cold counting
Of what goes where,
To whom –
A far cry
From the heady love
And impetuousness
Of early marriage.
Too late to analyze
What went wrong,
When, and how –
Too late to understand
Why the magic disappeared.
All one can hope for –
To get past the hate,
Past the anger,
To a state
Of calm acceptance
