Separation and Divorce Poems 🤍 | Week 8

By Shiny ✨

Hi Everyone,

Two more poems are below. 🤍

The first reflects on how divorce can be like a kind of death.

I included a drawing I did of the beach I wrote about in the second poem. 🌺

Love,

Shiny ✨

Your Side of the Bed 		January 7

It’s been almost two months since you left,
more than that since you stopped sleeping in our bed,
but I still can’t make the great migration to your side.

I hold it open as if you died, 
and it’s for your ghost.

But you didn’t die.
Otherwise, you would have left that shirt for me.
You know, the one I said I would have kept forever
if you died? 

I still wake up sometimes already crying,
having dreamt of you 
and waking again to find you gone.

All I want sometimes is to hear the sound of you sleeping. 
I don’t want everything back,
probably not even this marriage, 
but sometimes just you, at night, 
or in the morning when you only cared about a hug,
a warm cup of coffee,
and a kiss. 

A friend already stayed here, 
and I guess it helped,
but that side of the bed is still haunted.  

After all, I slept next to you for more than eleven years,
and then one day I didn’t.
How could that be? 

Today, I finally gave in and watched our wedding video. 
We were so happy, so innocent. 
We really believed it all. 
We looked almost nervous, but we did it anyway.

Everyone else believed us too. 
You can see it on their faces. 
But everyone was wrong. 





Tunnels Beach	January 8

Do you remember being on the beach 
as a storm enveloped that lush mountain?

The kayakers rushed in from choppy water — 
you and I were the last people on the sand. 

As the rain started, 
we took cover under the branches of an ironwood.
You shook out the beach blanket 
and draped it over our heads so we could keep watching. 

I will never forget the air of that storm 
moving over the mountain, over us. 

I will never forget that moment with you as long as I live. 

Tunnels Beach, Kauai

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