This Gordian knot that ties us,

That keeps us together, keeps us apart

Regardless of the nuances of our age,

And those supposed friends, acquaintances.

A dry rot, this divorce that festers, flies

Brings no relief to the life, unrequited.

04/03/2007

Author's Note: On marriage.... which I have accomplished thrice before, though never successfully.... makes for great angst in poetry.....

Posted on 04/03/2007
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