That open letter to the ex wife
So I read that open letter to the ex wife and I have to say it sounds smug to me. He’s all hearts and flowers as he does his sit ups to meet someone new on Grindr and he’s very apologetic that he was such a free spirit. Puhlease. As someone else responded, “I’d like to see the open letter to the ex-kids.”
The truth is that other people will come into each of their lives and make that close, familial loving connection difficult to sustain because it strains the new relationship. It is what it is.
Meanwhile, the love does not go away, it is encapsulated in a “past love” bubble lodged deep in Planet Heart.
Where do you start?
How do you separate the present from the past?
How do you deal with all the things
you thought would last that didn’t last;
with bits of memories scattered here and there?
I look around and don’t know where to start.
Which books are yours?
Which tapes and dreams belong to you
and which are mine?
Our lives are tangled like the branches of a vine that intertwine.
So many habits that we’ll have to break
and yesterdays we’ll have to take apart.
One day there will be a song
or something in the air again,
to catch me by surprise
and you’ll be there again:
a moment in what might have been…
Where do you start?
Do you allow yourself a little time to cry?
Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye?
I guess you try.
And though I don’t know where
and don’t know when,
I’ll find myself in love again.
I promise there will always be
a little place, no one will see,
a tiny part, deep in my heart,
that stays in love with you.