The Proverb of Marryat

I'm trying so desperately not to be the bull 
in the proverbial china shop.


I'm trying so desperately not to be the bull.


But my horn drags the memories of our past right off
of the shelf. I stomp on the desire and passion
that I had for us, and blow steam from my nose 
such as a hot cup of coffee can warm your hands
on a cold New England day.


I don't want to trample on what was us,
I truly don't. I guess when it comes to
our hindsight, things are they way we've
set them up to be.




With wood, steel and bones we built this
resting place, for both of us. We brought
the cats and our couches, we made our bed
to clean the floor. And had the laughs that
could've been a great friendship, if only 
our love and communication could have been


more


complete...


But how quickly this changes, how hard
the wind can blow.
To the point this house of cards was not such a
permenant domicile. 


So today I mourn this upheaval. Then tonight 
I'll drive back to where and what we created
and start packing it all up, to start again.


Be well, Jillian. Be well.