She goes to his soccer game
in the local men’s over-30 league
every Friday night,
even though they’re no longer married.
She always liked watching him play.
She leaves their kids at home
with their eldest son watching the younger two.
They’ve been divorced for eight years.
He has since remarried.
She’ll never love another man.
And on this late-winter night
with the full moon casting its light and floating
big across the vast, navy sky,
she slowly let’s go of his hand
as they say goodbye again
for one more week apart
that her heart will be still and hurt
and not let go of her love for him.