Today you are leaving.
Our honeymoon has barely begun.

At our thousandth beginning and end
the molten goodbyes fade to one
familiar pain, known disgrace,

our casual shame.

God knows our violations!

Was nothing sacred?
Nothing was sacred!

We had to splinter love from faith
our casual shame…
To purify once virgin hearts,
unbreak the broken, splintered parts.

Time is neither our
enemy, nor friend.

We are forever stuck in
the beginning or the end.