Independence Day

4th July 2011

We met one last time,

before her return to the land of the free.

On Indepenence Day, how apt, to sign over the Estate,

or station wagon as they would say, in exchange for

our convertible, our first joint purchase

in those heady, loved-filled days;

before she rear-ended it, in a pre-empting of our marriage.

The car we saved, the marriage not.

We talked of honour, but neither had none,

And tears fell behind the mirrored lenses,

That stopped the other seeing the sadness

Welling in our eyes,

As we held stories of new dreams and love

Close to our own hearts, too painful to share.

The door is not just closed,

but locked from within.

Two signatures and thus was signed

our own declaration of independence.