I guess it’s all over. Our marriage has failed.
I’m sorry I’m not what you thought you had nailed.
No need to get dirty in times of divorce,
You say you want everything; Baby! Of course!
You take the house the car and the cat
The paintings, the silver, our West London flat
The jewellery, the dinner set, all of the chairs,
the bookcase, the curtains, the French earthenware.
I’ll have the memories, the feelings, the thoughts,
Of days when we’d smile at each other’s retorts.
When words from the heart could tie up the tongue,
And ballads of blue need never be sung.
Go on, go ahead, help yourself, be my guest,
To the silicon implants that hold up your chest.
To the wardrobe of labels of last seasons taste,
The cool diamante, the pearls and the paste.
I’ll keep the gallery that fills up my head,
‘The picture’ ‘The Princess’ the day we were wed.
I’ll relish reminders as I reminisce
The resonant warmth of a once loving kiss.
Keep all the credit cards, take all the cash,
Add it to what you have probably stashed.
The business is yours and all of the shares.
Those hard sweating years, but why should you care.
Imagine the happiness all this can bring,
A ‘material girl’ with material things.
Possessions are allies of simplicity.
For what is true wealth remains within me.
Seems you and I must be twin sisters, because I felt every word of this, and wrote a poem long ago, called Dividing One Life Into Two. Know these feelings way better than I ever wanted to. Keep writing, my friend, it helps!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i have never experienced this and hope not to ever, but it is a heart warming poem and one of my faves!