He moves forward,
frayed, weathered, wronged.
The distance is unmeasured by vows.
She looks back,
having unburdened her lack
on unsuspecting blame takers.
She’s not grown alone, she’s pulled someone along,
more than one someone, more than one time.
Perhaps she has climbed on their strong spines
when hers was doubled over, in blindness.
He’s not hers, she lays no claim, she hasn’t let go of her yesterdays. Yet.
#for Reticent Mental Property. Original post, Sept 26, 2016. Revisited and revised August 10, 2017.