Splitting

Our break-up has been roiling now for more

than three fraught years – with bitterness and bile

sieved through our shared blue sleeve; we’re worn

with waiting in dissention and denial.

What will our children think, and is it fair

to leave them, as the offspring of divorce,

with burdens that they never sought to bear?

It’s not as though we’ve ceased all intercourse.

In truth I’d not part now, no more would you,

but each of us, faced by the juggernaut,

chucked in the towel and had to join the queue

 

One afterthought

of comfort might assuage the sharper pain –

some, having parted, choose to wed again.