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.