We were married once
Many moons ago.
We agreed to remain friends
And we did.

Our children have left home
And you have changed.
You don’t answer my calls
While conversation seems an effort to you.

It took FOUR YEARS for you
To turn up unannounced
On one of your rare visits
Only wielding divorce papers.

You have not set foot in my house
For well over two years now.
Am I going to bite you?
Or do some evil deed?

I refuse to visit you.
You are a loose cannon
And I refuse to walk into your uncertainty.
You could be smiling or snarling.

Life is too short for such pettiness

You have become a ghost.
I don’t see you or think of you.
You have vanished
And I didn’t even feel a thing.