because I am losing you
and you are loosing me
your eyes drift anywhere
but mine
your hands touch anyone
but me
I have seen you walking
further and further away
from me
closer to any stranger
but me
you do not know them
but you would rather be known
by anyone else
but me
this is our divorcing
our unwedding
our unattracting
every whispered
promise swallowed into silence
every breath
upon listening ears cold
drawn in
our children are
unconceived
undiscussed
our time is re-reeling
tapes flapping
in an east wind
in a gale as harsh
as our unloveliness
© Berenice Dunford 2007
