the obituary

i wrote an obituary once

for a woman

i had been in a relationship with

for several

tumultuous years.

up and down.

break ups and reconciliations.

modern love

such as it is.

but i wrote a glimmering

embellished tale

of joy and goodness all of which

she possessed.

not a instance of wrong doing,

of arguments, or disharmony

appeared in any line.

even her picture was angelic.

but when we were together,

and alive, she nearly drove

me out of my mind.

i can only imagine what she would

have written if

she'd had the chance

to write mine.