At the Last, Again

5 Mar

At the Last, Again
by L. Stewart Marsden

At the last, when starched-white papers lay open on my desk,
and I saw your signature scribble, and leafed through all the rest
of the official proclamation, now registered and done,
of the death of “and now they are one” where nobody won
and all took losses, stride for stride,
and not much was left – nor much to hide –
of what began in earnest and looked out hopefully,
yet ran its course for better,
then ran aground for worse
and now we both are finally free.
Aren’t we?


4 Responses to “At the Last, Again”

  1. rebecca2000 March 5, 2014 at 7:02 pm #

    Free, not if there is alimony. The death of a marriage is always sad to me because I think of a person’s wedding day. Their hope, their dreams. Though I know often it is for the best, I can’t help but I mourn for the loss. Does that make sense?

    • skipmars March 5, 2014 at 7:21 pm #

      Well, lately I’ve been looking around for a little sense. And, there is little sense to be found.

  2. whiteladyinthehood March 6, 2014 at 7:26 pm #

    I’m very sorry for your divorce. I’m sure it was a painful thing to go through..

  3. nawal254 March 10, 2014 at 7:32 am #

    Reblogged this on Janicenawal.

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