I used to wonder about the origins of a divorce. After several hours of pondering, I think I have finally coined two definitions.
A divorce is when
Two people both reach their boiling points simultaneously.
It is when all of the love
a couple has poured into their evaporating dish
on the night of their wedding
finds its way back into the atmosphere
to fuel another couple's relationship.
Or maybe
A divorce is when
one person requires more love than the other person involved.
It could be described as a chemistry problem
where one person is the limiting reactant
and the other isn't able to reach its full potential,
Its full amount of product,
because the other has ran out of love
and can no longer react
due to their interdependence.
What I still cannot understand
is the nature of a divorce.
How does one tell their significant they no longer love them?
That they no longer want to wake up beside of them and share midnight secrets and daytime treasures?
Do the words violently spew from their lips like an argument?
Or do they flow smoothly, like the soft tone one would use to recite a bed time prayer?
I wonder if all divorces happen differently.
Or if they're all the same language
simply varying in dialect.
Maybe divorces are necessary
to replenish the cycle of love
available for other couples to
experience passion.
The lovers have loved so fiercely
The world becomes envious
And steals their fire
To allow two more people to experience warmth.
I finally realize that love isn't meant to be understood.
It's meant to be a new way of life that opens your eyes
to allow room
for comprehension.
And, it's possible that's what a divorce is, too.
The process of understanding
is simply being continued.
It's also possible that
for particular people
it can never end.
They'll never find another person
who is good enough to fulfill their hopes and their expectations.
Their dreams are larger than materialistic items
and they'll always remain navigators.
But maybe that is perfectly fine.
