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,