To My Ex

** To an Ex Husband

I now know the chord that has always fed me, has always been, just my own, strangled, was the chord that you had wrapped around me, the one I had to entangle, the secrets you kept in your chamber tied up like knots. I was killed by a single bullet, it only took you one shot, as I lay in the field, breathing in the smell of the grass, still, silent, as I wanted you to know, the war was over, that I could now sleep. The one shot, your final last bullet, missed me...it landed in the field far away from where I lay. I had no idea how to erase what I never meant to remember, the chord of your love, that in the end, wrapped around my neck, my tragedies wore, not on my heart, or on my sleeve, but on my ribcage where they remain pressed to my bone. I had no idea the final puddle of letting go would leave me, this wet. The chord that now feeds me, is finally my own. The end of a chapter in my life...maybe, one day, I’ll learn how not to remember. Someday I bet I'll even learn, how to finally, finally forget.