The Weekend 

My first love. My husband. My heartbreak. My pain. Feels so easy now. Here, you’re not the cheat and the liar. I’m not the nag and the shrew. We’re not old or young. There’s no bitterness or illusions. No need for fear or hope. We’re just spirits drifting through this perfect Earth together.

We can be free of our sad stories. They float away, ‘til they’re like memories of a dream from the night before. Shadows under the water. And what’s left is pure life. Life is the gift.