One thing remained,
A dry erase board and
a message I wrote long ago:
“I love you,”
Even though everything
else was packed away
(or gone for good),
I could not bring myself
to erase those
three simple words
from the past.
Because I knew once I did,
It would all be gone,
as though it never
existed at all.
As though we never
Existed at all.
But the time had come.
So I took a dry cloth
and prepared to bury
my final proclamation.
But once the cloth was lifted,
lo-and-behold,
there it remained.
Those three simple words
from our living past.
So I added some water
to my cloth,
but the results were the same.
And that’s when I realized,
the board was right.
Some things never change.
Some things can’t be erased.
No matter how hard we try.
Now that the Fury is Gone…
Now that the fury is gone…
I think of our wedding day.
and our honeymoon.
and the days that followed.
Unaware that our days
were numbered,
set to a timer,
counting down
to our
sad demise.
Now that the fury is gone…
all that remains are the
good memories,
forever preserved in the past.
Like the time we
walked to the tip of the Cape
or sat on a beach until dusk.
or played badminton
on the front lawn
And rode our bikes
around the old neighborhood.
And our vacations,
and the parties
and when I would take you
to feed the ducks.
Now that the fury is gone…
all that remains is regret
and the realization that
If only
we
gave ourselves
more time,
there would still be
us
and not two ghosts
of our former selves,
separated by one
chance mistake.
Now that the fury is gone…
I realized we could have been
what we once were.
Before it was too late.
Before we threw it all away.
Before we said goodbye.
When we knew how to forgive.
And before we even knew
what fury was.
And what it wasn’t.