“Burn the bridge” my brother said!
I’d only mentioned that we’d crossed it
Once we had infatuation, then love, I’d thought,
But through the years we’d lost it.
I told folks who quizzed that we’d crossed the Bridge,
Not burned it: “Big Mac” to be specific
Recent days God returned my joy and purpose
Really, I feel spirited, terrific.
Yet should I feel guilt, remorse losing stress:
Hundreds of miles to create a new home?
Each day departure sadness becomes less
I know he’ll never here roam!
For up farther north Mr. Wonderful
Now is host without guest, alone in huge house the while;
Friends repeated from the start:”Keep your cat, lose the man,”
Some few memories funny, dear: shaking off heartdust, I smile.
Jenison, Nov.29, 2016