Divorce Poem by Gert Strydom

Divorce



Too suddenly our time has passed,
memories do constantly
cling to me,
the things that is intimate between us
does not want to end easily,

there is treason in each word,
with dividing the only thing on which we do agree,
secretive your paramour waits
at whom I stare hostilely
as if I feel like killing him.

Monday, July 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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