I watch my form fade
From the edges of another someone's world,
A flickering hologram struggling to shimmer
On withered plans.
I’ve been unplugged.

It’s so peculiar, to dissolve
Into the backdrop that was supposed to be
The last forever -
A bothersome character written
Out of the script.

Back on my own pages,
I wonder how it is
I ever managed to scrape
Enough of myself together
To make what was supposed to be
My last serious offer.

This does not escape peripheral vision -
The peace that’s returned
In the relative quiet
Of every conversation
We’re no longer having.

It’s a large and bulky bit
Of truth that’s been
Forced onto the map,
With no apparent way around it.

I am, of course, inclined to nudge myself along
Until I come out the other side of this,
Unencumbered and inspired to be
Back on my own turf
With no one to answer to
But the rain.

I’ve aged in my absence,
And it’s time for reinvention.

(How many episodes of love
Does one life grant?
Because I don’t think I’ve
Enough heart left
To divvy up the remnants.)

One thing is certain,
I sure have had some adventures
Playing the “Love” game,
But it’s time to put it away,
Too many of the pieces missing, now,
To have a proper go at it;
Considerably less valuable,
Yet no less dear,
For having been played
Nearly to death.

06/29/2011

Author's Note: All I ever really wanted was someone nice to grow old with. Haha! And the Maitre D called "McKenzie, Pity Part for One...right this way please."

Posted on 06/30/2011
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