at some point, enough is enough
and the goodbyes need to be said, the recriminations
displayed, maybe
not for all to see but to be laid out, this is why
i was aggrieved and this is why you were
not enough, to blow out the cobwebs
that have become thorns, to wrestle
past regret and animus and
resentment. while he was never one
for poetry, he was for words
laying out treatises and guides and paths for others to follow

i will miss him, if only there will be one less person
to share my rage with