Matrimony’s End

Slipping from my memory,

devastated dreams of what our love could be.

Like shattered glass from old energy-

I only wish you could see.

The demons you mistook for chemistry

were fleeting sparks of ecstasy-

a mask to dodge vulnerability.

As we drifted out of fantasy,

no longer sure

what love could be-

the nail in the coffin

of our matrimony.