Divorce

This is a death, and somehow it is mine.
So, facing death, I turn to the Divine
And ask that question always asked by men…
“If there is death, can there be life again?”

The evidence surrounds me, it’s no guess
The answer to my question must be “Yes.”
The heart keeps beating even though it breaks-
Life will go on, whatever form it takes.

And that’s the question, “What is life to be?”
With your alternative to loving me,
I had no choice, a heart that always cared
Rejected by the one whose life it shared.

I have to stop the question, “What of you?”
About which there is nothing I can do.
Except perhaps as always I will pray,
For mine is not a love that goes away.

It never did, for that I thank God’s grace,
And He will still be with me in this place
Without you though it just does not seem real.
You never could perceive the things I feel.

We were not happy in the last few years,
It had to stop- the anger and the tears…
And this is how, but oh what sacrifice.
I know I can, but can you pay the price?

John H. Bidwell