Third time without the charm

A poem about moving on

I've let her go twice already

the ripples have settled 

into horrid clarity

it's all been tried

it's all been given

a deep breath

a hard swallow

leaving the last drop

for the dial tone

then tasting the afterbirth

of this new existence

struggling to find my feet

without her

I find myself lighter on them

and also terribly

relieved

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sometimes life's lessons need to be repeated. Hopefully, after time two, they are learned.