It is not that difficult

I came home and stopped writing

Lack of inspiration is sign enough

 

Until I met two men

Both marriage materials

 

I started writing about death whilst being alive

I started to write to him before a significant date

 

Talking to him brought me perspectives

Writing to you even more

 

Sometimes I need to push myself a little

To find the courage to stop caring

 

Stop caring about everything they find important

The things I won’t regret having left undone

 

At least for now

I have other priorities in life

 

But this too made me realise

“You” became “him”

 

“Him” has been replaced

 

And you are yet to come