On Separation Unprepared Poem by Gert Strydom

I had been for your last words
on separation unprepared,
where your decisions do affect the future,
with pain in my life is realized,
where our marriage is on hold
and I find myself extradited,
where destiny is pulling me into the abyss
and I do not know what to expect.
In all of this I am still perplexed
and have for you severe fear
while in vain I am waiting on you.
It's as if all meaning is petrified:
that this "on hold" thing might happen again
and in this I am powerless.
© Gert Strydom