The Monument
If there was a graveyard for dead marriages
I’d choose a monument of the hardest and most colorful granite
to signify both the beautiful story of our happiest days
and the cold, hard ending of our marriage hitting the wall—
an unexpected sudden death.
I’d stand at the altar of memory
honoring the intent of commitment—
more successful than many but yet failing the test of time…
My heart would ache with regret
as the pages of our story slowly pass before my eyes
revealing new chapters, new dimensions—
but all stories have endings, some happy and others not…
The epitaph might read
Miraculously found
Tragically lost
I’d carefully place trinkets of remembrance—
greeting cards, photographs, album covers,
ticket stubs, passport stamps, Christmas ornaments
and emotionally acquired art.
Tears spilling from the deepest suffering,
watering the tree planted in memory of a marriage dead-ended.