My Single Mother

To fall out of love 
is no quick task.
It is slow, steady, 
and rarely abrupt.

Heartbreak is tension
that stretches its legs to
prepare 
for the crash.

It's a sluggish

...breath...

...sipping...

...slow...

...black...

...soot...

Each particle over time
misses the mold
of what we imagine
as the perfect match.

So we arrive at a crossroads
for each party to be resold,
to another lover
with no strings attached.

◄ My Bladder

Blue Silk ►

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Phillip Kelly

Mon 26th Jun 2017 19:19

Very effective syntax
and structure gives this poem emotive tension

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keith jeffries

Wed 21st Jun 2017 16:24

Micaela, Thank you for this. The first and last stanzas are very fitting indeed. Keith

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