Dividing Ways

I started writing this a week ago Saturday, then Sunday came and went and I felt very different. But when little red robots hand out band aids, we heal and move on.
Maybe this might end up another of those evergreens people read at funerals, farewell parties, separations timelessly. Hey, I can hope.


Dividing Ways

I bear no grievance, no pleading whys,
This certain curtain need be pulled
  between both you and I

I’ll brook no longing, beg no re-trys,
Your path of faithful love’s been plied,
  you/ve chosen well, we need not cry

Distance and time are not a pall,
They need not be dividing walls,
  though we part and walk in separate ways,
Knowing love cleaves you all your days
   assures me, and
    I am not sad at all