They say death comes but once.
But this too is false, for death comes in many ways,
and can come many times.
Yes, my dear, death comes in many forms.
Some death comes in the blink of an eye.
Some death poisons slowly, festering & rotting as times slinks by.
Some death is infinitely sneaky, catching us by surprise.
But some death,
our death, is only apparent, when it has passed us by.
This death, our death, is the death of our relationship.
How can you tell it’s dead? When it’s empty. Empty and hopeless.
When the stench reeks of decay and excrement.
When it stings with hardheartedness and jagged edges.
When the taste of it as bitter and sour as the bile in your throat,
When the sound of your own heart dying has decimated your hope.
When all you can see is the pain of the past and a future that’s ice cold.
When your love becomes a burden so weary, it weighs heavy and crushes your soul.
That is how you know that death has settled in. That your death, my death, the death of our relationship is here to stay.
So in the end it comes to this….
Stay in a dead, but comfortable relationship,
Or say our final goodbye’s and face the unknown?
I have made my choice.
It is the only one I can live with.
