A Dialogue

 

My husband left back in the summer of 2018....three years this summer and I’ve been thinking for a good while now that I was still a bit stuck with the anger of how he left rather than the why he left. 
I’ve already written about my recent approach to his mother where hurts were put to bed so it only seemed   Common sense that he and I finally had a dialogue of sorts sans blame and anger.

The impetus for me to initiate the contact came from a recent video call I set up with a dear friend who has a cancer. He had lost considerable weight since our last meeting and I blurted out the fact as soon as I saw him......like a loon . Our conversation ,as conversations always do with friends that are deeply loved, then descended into gossip and chat and laughter but the call left me with the aching reminder of the fragility of the every day and underlined the pointless nature of prolonged anger and hurt when a relationship goes south. 

The dialogue I had today with my ex husband The “ Prof” wasn’t prolonged, but it was to the point. It was honest and most importantly .....and by celebrating the good times ......it was mutually kind.

Time to swim on.........in that big river......




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Poem

Stay Home Save Lives


It was the twelfth month.
Thousands had succumbed
Thousands upon thousands
Frantic for breath
In hygienic hospitals
Hidden from public view.
All had loved ones
And things still left to do.

We cowered inside
Peering through blinds
Attempting to hide
From the spectre that stalked
Streets far and wide
Seeking the unwary
Incessantly scary -
Envoy of death.

Lost months of lamenting,
Church bells unrelenting.
Masked men with eyes like reptiles
Raided supermarkets
Seeking solace and cider
As dread spread wider
Like a river that has burst its banks.
And we gave thanks
For life.


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