The Ex-Wife 💔

You took the surname back, I took the lessons forward. Fair trade. We both walked out richer in scars. Remember Tuesday mornings? Tea, toast, and silence we called peace. Now my tea’s too bitter, but I drink it anyway. We didn’t cheat. Didn’t lie big. Just died slow in the everyday. Missed calls turned into missed years. “Good night” turned into good bye. Court gave you half. Grief took the rest. Still, I hope your new house has windows that face the sun. I grew these locs after you left. 3 years of rope for every word we should’ve said but swallowed. They’re heavy, like memory. I’m not asking you back. I’m not writing this to bleed. Just leaving truth on paper so the air between us stops choking. You were my wife. Now you’re my why. Why I speak softer. Why I love louder. Why I never stop becoming. _For the woman who taught me that some love ends so better love can begin._ Buju zw