By Just L
Date: 5 January 1999

My Own Self Reclaimed

Last poem to graze your hand
Though not your heart
After 20 months of unanswered prayers
And eternal fighting
We both must part.

Painfully aware
We are not our best
with each other
Genuinely sorry
I am not the woman
you desire.

"To your own self be true."
Words divine.
To have our souls nourished 
with a more perfect love
Shall be mine.

Live big.
Start within.
Many blessings
in the New Year.
(Who knew?) 1999, a time to begin.

And so I return your personal items.
More than these — hat, car keys
Sad to discover 
what is not here
What was never here.