In my curiosity

I never would have imagined

that pulling the pole out of the middle of the tent

would have such lifetime implications

no more openings for others to get through

no more ways to figure it out

its just a pile of blue nylon sitting in the backyard

alone and empty

no more need for me to wake at night and look for the air pocket

or beg for a little bit more fire lite

its the end of summers in our course

setting out upon our trails not looking back to wish one well

its the tent pole and the collapse that is such an easy tale to tell

farewell to a marriage that never had a chance