The battles began, never thinking we’d be in a place where it felt all sucked out, with intense feelings of acrimony letting the warmth of what was dissipate, argument by argument.
Guilty waves coursed like an electric current, me for the kids, you for your sins. Playing at normal became the norm while the years of neglect and lack of focused attention
skewed the connection. Then like a burnt-out bulb, the energy waned. We imploded and made the pfft sound, blowing out what once was from the core, the place we drew strength from, where we imagined a bright future
sustaining us, our glow enriching the space, giving off substance and volume, where like an energy-efficient model, we thought it’d be a while until our end. Till death do us part.
We’d be bright for an eternity that in actuality would never come. It was clear the light had gone out, the spark never to return nor brighten our way. It was time to slowly
remove ourselves from this home thought of as permanent where we had fastened ourselves into, letting go and moving on, feeling drained and used up. Made to be undone, nothing is forever but the hope was there once, shining brightly before it burned out.