Divorce

Time. It is time.
We have reached the stage
when together
there is only discomfort.

Everything is strange.
The happiness we found together,
the love we made,
even our own grown children.

We ask what happened.
We shrug. We don’t understand.
We feel the world’s become different
and it surely has.

Yesterday has become tomorrow.
Day’s become the night.
To grovel is to be pretentious.
Truth does not seem right.

Silence is the only answer.
Even clothes feel tight.
No adjustments bring relief.
Neither of us feels right.