The remains of the day

I admit, even with a map
I couldn’t see the elephant in the room,
I tripped over the route of our demise
that lead from hairline creak
to ruinous canyon
where shattered I was swept
under the silence that ensued.

You sealed the remains of reconciliation in stone
made certain all the burnt bridges had fallen;
yet with your natural fractured smile
I am shown the edge of family life
when need and necessity come calling.

© D. Archer. October 2012

2 thoughts on “The remains of the day

  1. I find it effortless to ‘tune in’ to your work on the lost marriage – a weird thing to so, I suppose, but the pieces are clear, wildly swinging in feeling and lurch and still touched with a pathos of resignation…

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