Eight years,
the sum of my adult life,
all given to you,
happily.

Eight years,
that I felt we knew each other
and had an understanding
of what life was going to be like.

Eight years,
and somehow,
they dont mean a thing to you now,
suddenly you have
gone off on a tangent
that excludes me,
and excludes us,
and you have left me
with

Eight years
of memories
that I now have to go back
and erase
one by one,
because everything you said
was said under
subterfuge.

Each and every memory,
our first kiss,
the first time we held hands
moving in together,
our wedding,
our wedding vows,
the 'I love yous'
the 'I'll always be here's'
the 'I'll never leave you ever's'
all of them
dissolved down
to nothing
leaving

Eight years
of emptiness
and bitterness
a vacuum the swallows
in every feeling
that I thought
I would never
and could never
feel for you.
Because you were my husband.

04/05/2009

Posted on 04/05/2009
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