“Until death do you part,” they say,
insinuating that one, there aren’t any other aspects of life
that have the power to part
just as harshly as death,
and that two, there aren’t any other insecurities looming
aside from mortality.
until now, these two others got me hung up
on the entire concept,
naively so, infantile.
now, this is no longer the case.
first, one love drowns in the ocean.
then, another love hikes and falls.
third, I hear about both and cannot even fathom
how the two loves left behind
keep on marching on, all alone.
Letting death have the last word,
the definitive, divisive one, I guess,
is a way of making room for
trial and humility and growth in all other instances
which pale compared to what lies ahead
when death enters without knocking
or ringing the bell.
So with the desperate delay
of any other dedication for the departed
this one, too, remains an empty eulogy.
But, in it, aside from remembering and honoring,
I try to bend beyond convention
and make room for the utter mystery
that marriage seeks to hold.