This poem brought to you by a friend’s shitty ex and messy divorce out of the blue. (And it bringing up past feels about my divorce.) Enjoy!
How do you fall out of love?
Is it overnight, all at once?
where something was, then nothing is,
except for maybe pain and fears?
Is it gradual, a fading spark,
now far too dim to light the dark?
Is there a way to bring it back again,
to put it back when it’d once been?
Or is it gone forevermore,
to never lighten up your door?
How, then, do we go and move on,
with nothing where something had gone?
Moving through life a broken soul,
how can we now again be whole?
Aha! Perhaps that’s not the goal –
to once again be fully whole –
but now, instead, to find out if
you find someone whose holes you fit.
Someone who just like you knows
how much it hurts to lose some soul
and to you will try to commit
to always finding ways to fit.