One spring day

Seventeen years. Numbers like that are the way it is now. Seventeen years. Jesus, where does it go?  I stood in front of the gods and everybody and made an oath to stay with her to life's end. Last I heard she had done time for identity theft and was living in North Dakota with her new husband. Not exactly death due us part. There was an effort made, ten years of effort, but only so much abuse can be tolerated. When there is no better and only worse and worse and worse. Been out of it for almost as long as I was in it. Hasn't stopped it from haunting me, kept me in the same patterns. Repeating patterns of love. Like the song goes. Heh. Cooking a great feast for mostly myself. An exercise in loneliness. Sad songs on the jukebox with a couple revenge of the nerd style joints. Going to drink my own wine, feast on the fruits of my labors and drink to better days ahead.