I’m almost certain it was summer when you left me

but as you didn’t say goodbye, I can only guess.

I’m uncertain what drove me to look

but there it was one day, online

so pretty and sparsely furnished from what it used to be.

With just a fraction of the treasures, I remember so lovingly.

The rooms that used to hold such meaning, such love

What of the love is there even a fraction of what there used to be?

Or is it gone, buried like our dog Duke, and just the memories remain?

Do you even have the memories, I wonder?

Or has the madness taken those from you…

Like the love, it took from me?

You are missed, you know, at least who you used to be.

Who you became, well, not so much…

I hope that you found your peace.

The peace you’ve never had or something close enough.

You must be getting tired; the battle has been long fought.

I’m sorry, you know, I tried.

I tried to pull you into peace, you just couldn’t see it.

I tried to set your demons free, so they would fly away.

You clung so tightly to them, they are all you’ve ever known.

I wanted so much more than that, for you, for me, for my children.

Regret, oh what would be the point?

What’s broken now is broken, and I’ve made peace with that.

As for the children, well, life does go on…