This conjured up a scene from the movie, "Sylvia", about the poet Sylvia Plath...when she discovered her husband's infidelity. She threw all his precious paperwork and books, and everything she could muster and made a funeral pyre out of it. You could feel her rage and betrayal, just as palpable as you can with the words you've written here.
Thirty years is quite a footprint of time...thank you, Mary, for sharing this!
I am sorry about your marriage dear, no one ever goes into it thinking that their love is not everlasting, but sometime it is just short of being able to last forever. You could really feel where you were emotionally back then. Very heart wrenching.
Can only imagine what that must have felt like, this poem captures some of that feeling well but I'm sure there were stages of anger and grieving as there is with death. Well written piece, intense and emotional.
This is definitely an interesting piece, very unique perspective. I didn't quite follow the flow. It read more like random thoughts than a poetic piece, but I did enjoy the read. Thank you for sharing and keep up the good work.
Cigarette firmly gripped in my lips.
Laughing my a*s off hysterically
Any art when intrinsic goes a long way, these two lines shows you healed or survived, well penned, love as religion and changing later, loved it