I doubt it’d be as easy
as you seem to think.
You keep singing your Paul Simon
thinking of how simple it would be
to brake up.
You envision, I think,
a yellow brick escalator
as you ride your purple polka dotted unicorn
into some serene sunset.

I don’t share your vision.
All I can see
are cobblestones of discomfort
were you to ever leave me,
the suspicion that nothing after
would be right – not for a long time.

I understand how easy it might be
for you and me to sever,
how often you wish it were so.
I get that it would be easy
for you
but I don’t think I’d ever get over it.

So you can try any of those fifty ways
that Simon says
if you feel it necessary.
Please believe, though,
I will fight you as long
and as far as I can
to keep what I treasure close to me.