POEM
Finding Love Again
From Divorce to Happiness
The aftermath of a Northwestern
divorce came with a helluva ride.
Growing in loss was a foreign concept,
and I had to settle close calls
and manage false starts before
I could straighten out my desires
like ice cubes on a chessboard,
dissolving my doubt.
I closed the door to my failure
and plotted my next move
amid a seafloor of poor ideas.
The pain of losing a lover
fell upon deaf ears.
Love had passed by me
among my friends.
I wanted love but found internet
dates with outrageous views of love.
More importantly, I fell short
in understanding this distinct sorrow.
I studied the weakness
that amplified my emotions.
I covered my mouth with my hand
to prevent further self-incrimination.
I met a woman sitting on a park bench.
I laughed when she introduced herself
as my next ex-wife.
She lied.
It’s ten years later,
and we’re still happy together.
Goodbye, Northwestern divorce.
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