Party of One

Some things, I’ll still do,

with our without

being partnered with you.

And I’ll go on

Quite contentedly as this party of just me –

–

But all this time,

as my philosophies became yours

and your hobbies mine, there

becomes those things which cannot stand

apart from us paired.

–

As we dissolve, so does saki

In small glasses and a wooden box.

As we go, goes hockey sticks

in the rain and your clothes

in my dryer, on the porch, under the storm.

So goes road trips to the West

and ventures to visit friends, some two-hundred miles

North along the lake.

–

We go and let go of far-fetched ideas of cohesion

Alter our dreams to wake up alone for now,

never next to you.

We step away and gently fall apart,

giving you back your freedom to doubt,

and your sweatshirt,

maybe tomorrow.