By the time I write this
it will be history.
No longer
some great mystery.
Everyone thought
I had tried my best.
But I failed
my most important test.
What they think
will no longer matter.
Now that
my life is in tatters.
Alone for good,
just an empty space
where you once stood.
I drove you
to the brink
of exhaustion.
Until eventually
you gave way to caution.
Packed up
your things and
told me no more.
Put on your coat
and walked out the door.
The 50 year old poet 
Stark. Raw. Gritty. Real as fuck. Nothing like a punch in the gut delivered by the one person you toiled so hard to keep.
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Right now I’m dealing with a daughter and a new husband and baby living in my tiny house..Fighting…So this poem hit all those cautionary buttons..Hopefully for those two they can get beyond the fighting and move forward. Well written poem.
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Thanks and the best of luck.
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