The Sun Went Down

The sun went down on our marriage.

We fought against it

until it was too heavy and neither one of us

could hold it up

any longer.

We were tired of trying.

I know I was.

The sun went down slowly,

stabbing the dark sea, like the once believed

unsinkable Titanic, and we went

down with it.

But this didn't just happen overnight.

This took years. Fight after fight

after fight, until there was nothing left

but a sad death. Nothing.

The sun went down, and I am no longer

the person I used to be.

You aren't either. Who is? Nothing looks the same

after it's been broken, after it sinks.

The sun went down and is still going down,

that same sinking feeling

still haunts us.

What more could it want?

There is nothing else to take?

The sun went down and slept in the bed I had made,

the bed that was now too big

for one person,

and cried itself to sleep

and dreamed it was the last day on earth.