I felt a certain pain when I remembered the day
she walked out on me,
we were a team for decades
though eerily we could feel the separation
of our minds, our bodies, our spirit,
and yet why didn’t we ever try as hard
as the other,
why didn’t we know what the other
was willing to try
sacrifice, create a better chemistry.
How many times did we lay in our separate beds
and think,
this is really a long time
to be with one person.
What did he feel like
when she said one day,
’30 years is a long time.’
He thought to himself,
so is 50,
less than ten is a drop in the water,
but we today,
we are now supposed to
no longer care
about one another,
ironic isn’t it when two people are together
their guilt and shame
built around an inability
to shower compassion towards one another’s
matter of being.
The livelihood of love,
lost in a morning fog.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
Personal Testimony 