How do people manage to reach

How do people manage to reach

fiftieth anniversary of their

only marriage,

without killing each other

or divorcing again and over,

fifty times a year?

I am yet to go more than a week

with my yet again estranged wife.

Even confused we are both

unsure what to call each other

- the current or the ex.

Longing seems to take a turn

only after a distance of more than

two heart-miles afar/ apart

before the mind manages to scrape together

a reason, a justification

- why are we not able to stand one another

even though we can't seem to not love/ unlove

each other

Perhaps clarity has long given up on us as well

Call it immaturity or incompatibility

or just a poem gone awry

in trying to marry a song (gone) hoarse

Time to end at least the poem

and spare all involved

embarassment and pain

Even if it seems

at times

poetic

at time

plain sick