"And in the yearly letter, you're sure to say, / you're happy now. Yet I think of the lawyer's bewilderment / when we cried, the last day." (Lines 19-21)
This poem is like a left-handed love story. It is devastating to think of the destructive marriage that is described, but it is beautfiul to picture a love so drastic that it cannot be. It lasts through a divorce, and it knows when to end. It is not a pure, true love that can withstand anything, but it is still a love all the same. The speaker and her ex-husband are too similar to survive together, yet they realize their respect for each other once their marriage is ended. Personally, this is not something that I ever want to experience. I'm holding out for the best possible love there is: something that can survive situations where even after "heaving words like furniture," I can still say I am in love and the marriage moves forward. Fighting is not desired by anyone, but arguments are inevitable, and moving forward from them is the stuff of a good relationship. I like this poem despite the sad emotions attached to it.
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