Divorce

Caught
in the
middle of
one’s pain. one’s deceit.
Bitterness, regret
and animosity
sharp as a samurai’s sword.
I watch a marriage fall apart.
Recrimination weaves a rope with
strands of ‘he said, she said, he did, she did,’
then hangs holy vows by the neck 'til dead.
Once they both stood before an altar
made promises they meant to keep.
One... full of good intentions,
the other simply... weak.
What once was joined
by man and
God now
split.