Poems I Write

Divorce

Why did they break up?

I was only six years old.

I didn’t understand,

Why they wouldn’t come home.

Everytime I stare,

At the book they gave me together,

The last gift I got from them both.

That explained it all,

To answer my questions,

If I stare at it long enough,

Will my heart ever heal?

Will they’re hearts heal?

Or will we just pretend,

That nothing has ended,

For either of them.

That the fights never happened,

Between them.

Why did they go they’re separate ways?

Why was I last to know?

Now I wander around the world.

Asking the questions that never end.

But where there’s an end,

There is a beginning.

But there’ll always be something bitter,

About the way it all started,

And the way it has ended.