Pebbles

Jack

It's a word so small, that it fits neatly in one hand - Disyllabic and smooth as a rounded pebble.

But the ones I know, are a gift produced by tongues, tears and remorseful tones; rather than the lick of salty waves upon a beach.

You have gifted me many such pebbles since we met. Enough for me to build myself a cairn to mark the end of hope.

In the beginning, you gave me stones of such beauty Jack. Do you remember? They reflected your love and your regrets. But times have changed. Much like your feelings.

In latter years, they've become little more than rough, ugly chippings; that stick in your throat and mine. They are worthless.

Your ability to polarise all that you touch, has broken me Jack. And as someone who is more interested in his other leading lady, this time; I shall make sure to use words you will understand.

You have missed your curtain call!

Between you and me, I don't know how we got here. But I do know I can't move this mountain of rubble alone. I'm not even sure I even want to try a any more. I've moved on too, you see.

And so, as the one who always wanted the final word but rarely got it, I will take this opportunity to throw the last stone - who knows, maybe it'll fit your latest fling.

With no regrets,

Your wife!