I was cleaning out a drawer tonight and came across all the poems I had written during my long dark period which was the last few years of my marriage. I'll share one with you folks. Why? I have no idea.
How Do We Tell Them
How do we tell the children that we are destined to part? We could tell them... "we're just like pencils that won't sharpen anymore, our lead is all broken from falls to the floor." Or... "we're like pencils that just got tucked away, lost and forgotten in a seldom used drawer." Or... "one pencil just fell suddenly to the floor one day and was scooped up by another and stolen away". Or... "we just got way too distracted by all the other pretty pencils in the box" Or...we could say "your mother is a fine point and your dad an HB"
But if we were both pencils, this much I know I'd really want to be the red one 'cuz that would at least make sense unlike all the rest of this crazy pencil bullsh@t!
