Divorce divides what yesterday was one,
It did not knit. The attempt failed.
Coexistence is dangerous, even criminal,
Love came to hate, though it seemed to love.

Despair, loneliness. A broken trough.
The shards have flown so far there are no shards left.
You think: “The finish, my life is lived out.
A worthless mission, all for nothing.”

You have no idea: the real thing is ahead.
From a new sheet onto a fair copy
With the experience gained, now without the grinding of teeth,
Without the scandals you had almost grown used to.