Tonight, I celebrate us
and our lack of it.
We were two once,
a united pair.
Now we are no more
and I am again free to celebrate
my solitude.
I thank you for that.

I thank you for the opportunity
I now have
to be here with myself,
to appreciate these days
with my Dinty Moore beef stew
and the goldfish.
Goldy Number Twenty Three hasn’t missed you yet,
but then, he was never the brightest of my little fishies,
was he?
I don’t know how much longer he’ll last
until joining the others down the flush.

I thank you for the learning
I got to do with you.
Maybe you learned something, too;
I don’t have your point of view.
Me, I learned that trust can be given,
but it really must be earned,
and I didn’t truly earn your trust.
I’m sorry for that,
and I hope to do better the next time around.
Perhaps when I am next no longer simply one.

And you: I hope you become two as quickly as you want to.
It seems you were on a quest to say “I do,”
and I hope your wishes come through.
If not with me, I hope you find someone who
makes you happy enough to become whatever you want to be.
I hope you finally become that free
and me, too.

Until then,
let us hold on to this night
so we can continue to treasure this bright chance
to be one
on our own
alone.