I Only Cried Once
We knew that our parents' divorce was coming
Before they had my sister and I sit at the table
I knew before they told us, heartbeats drumming
I knew to prepare myself for the 'divorced child' label
In hindsight, I never really prepared to grieve
I had no idea of how to ward off the coming frost
The possibility of forever, I just couldn't conceive
The prospect of a once-complete family forever lost
With that being said, I only cried once
When, for the first time in ten years of life
I realized, just as I set the lable for lunch
Tablesets, usually four, were only put out thrice
I realized that my time was now not my own
Thereafter, my life was to be split in twain
That was the one time I cried, unheard and alone
Because the spoons told me nothing was ever to be the same.