‘It’s been over a decade,’

My aunt often mentions,

Although it seems

Like yesterday,

Watching them walk

Together in the

Shopping arcade.

 

There’s immeasurable

Amount of anger

And insecurity,

But there’s no hatred.

My uncle often says,

‘I should’ve given it

Another chance instead.’

 

They haven’t seen

Each other since

Their agreed, mutual

Decision of separation,

That bitter moment

Has had continual

Reverberation.

 

Two people adamant

On being away

In distance,

But hearts still

Eager to cross

The fence;

 

Their love had

Taken a deep dive,

But it had gills,

It breathes and

Is very much alive.

 

She still keeps him

In her name,

And he still gazes

At their wedding frame.