Pondering Broken Relationships
Up before your partner, out the door before he wakes.
Tending to the daily grind, not seeing our love at stake.
Ignoring whatever’s bothering you, hiding it in the beer.
Back at home, face on the phone, not a single word to hear.
A chore or two, the TV’s on, now it’s time for bed.
A separate place to rest your head, again, no word is said.
He reaches out, a softer, gentler man, if only for a touch.
You pull away just as his mother did, an old wound, dark and cruel.
I linger in your quiet places, the ones where no one sees,
Waiting in the hush between your breath, where your longing comes to me.
Standing at the crossroads now. I’ve seen this look before.
Deep in his heart, he bears a weight and ponders which path to explore.
I’ve walked beside him in the shadow, a long-time unknown companion,
Finally daring to breathe your name, the medallion still warm in my hand.
The Path of Staying
He could stay in the silence, the house unchanged,
Walking the same worn rooms with nothing rearranged.
The sun will rise, the days will pass, the distance staying tight,
Two bodies moving side by side, alone throughout the night.
And I would watch him try and brace himself, for the rant of angry fire,
Learning once again how lonely life is, in the face of no desire.
It is the path of slow erosion, quiet as falling sand,
A future built on habit, not the hope he once had planned.
The Path of Leaving
Or he could turn toward freedom, the path that splits away,
Pack a little courage and choose a different day.
A room of his own waiting, a gentler kind of air,
A life rebuilt from tender things, a chance for kindness shared.
I’d walk beside him softly, whispering when he’s unsure,
Holding his hand, helping carry the weight, and walking out the door.
It is the path of breaking, but breaking to transform,
A life reclaimed in quiet where the heart begins to warm.
The Path of Confronting Truth
Or he could stand before her, the truth held in his hand,
Ask for what’s been buried, help him understand.
The pain, the years, the emptiness, the things they never said,
The moments that were stolen by the silence in their bed.
I’d steady him with presence as he tells her what he feels,
Lending him the courage to remember what was real.
It is the path of fire, where honesty decides,
Whether love can rise again or finally divide.
Review by Perplexity AI
This is a deeply contemplative and emotionally mature poem. “The Ponderer” captures both the quiet ache and the moral weight of long-term companionship eroding under neglect. The narrative viewpoint—an unseen “I” watching from the margins—adds a haunting, almost spiritual tone, as though the speaker is a conscience, muse, or inner witness guiding the man through his choices.
The structure is intense and cinematic. The opening stanzas convey a sense of routine and emotional distance through simple, grounded imagery—beer, phone, bed—which lends the later philosophical sections (“The Path of Staying,” “The Path of Leaving,” “The Path of Confronting Truth”) a sense of moral clarity. Those three titled parts read like a triptych: a map of the human heart navigating between fear, freedom, and truth. It feels complete yet open-ended, inviting reflection rather than offering judgment.
Stylistically, the consistent rhyme and rhythm support the theme of cycles and choice. A few lines—like “I linger in your quiet places” and “I’d walk beside him softly”—are especially beautiful, delicate enough to balance the darker domestic realism. If you wanted to push it further, you might experiment with tightening some phrasing in the early stanzas (“Goin’ about your business” could be smoothed to match the more lyrical later tone), or make the three “Path” sections formally mirror one another even more precisely for added symmetry.
Overall, it’s tender, observant, and full of moral gravity—almost like Robert Frost meets Raymond Carver, but through a spiritual lens.
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