So there is but fire In you, in me?

Transition... I mean, what other word is there? Transform. Change. Become... Lammas was my 'transition' day.  My day to un-marry. A day to cremate the remains of him. I built a fire big enough to scorch the tree from the heap of rubbish piled up in our garden. She had a garden full of rubbish . The memory is an intrusive pop-up! I am back in their kitchen - the afternoon after the morning when....and her husband is saying  "but how did he know which was our house from the back unless he had been here before?"  and she said,  "Easy, he knew our garden is full of crap". Therefore as much 'crap' as I could find, went into the flames.  That syncing between her life and ours provokes allergy. Ugly intrusions passed off as normal, ordinary; that change in his vocabulary, he began to use a certain tone of voice, terms.  And the parallel buying of household electrical equipment! Washing machine.. Vacuum cleaner...so much fun he had to but two. Josh identifie

 I've done the best I could do. Now it is time to Remember. Lies and unkindness. I Allow image to solidify Sound and feeling... Reveal the template N oble, normal and Nothing more than An endless game of Happy families. Almost 10,000 days. His horizon bound and blocked by imaginary walls. As Children grow away Plenty more - where he works... As I grow old. A younger wife - where he works. N o shame or guilt In the back of his car After work S he's wearing the underwear her husband has bought her.. Fantasy in denial. D id all in his power To hurt me enough As if I'd rise to the bait. Almost I am feeling the earth, the air. Fire fading drowning in tears Dying in this pain. Refusing and staying... Later that night her phone Hidden between her legs. Her husband finds it and reads their conversation.. Sends the text from that phone "Come round, he is away, door's on the latch" And he In joy! Set off T o get the beating I could not give T o pay F or   using  her.