I used to wonder about the origins of a divorce. After several hours of pondering, I think I have finally coined two definitions.

A divorce is when

Two people both reach their boiling points simultaneously.

It is when all of the love

a couple has poured into their evaporating dish

on the night of their wedding

finds its way back into the atmosphere

to fuel another couple's relationship.

Or maybe

A divorce is when

one person requires more love than the other person involved.

It could be described as a chemistry problem

where one person is the limiting reactant

and the other isn't able to reach its full potential,

Its full amount of product,

because the other has ran out of love

and can no longer react

due to their interdependence.

What I still cannot understand

is the nature of a divorce.

How does one tell their significant they no longer love them?

That they no longer want to wake up beside of them and share midnight secrets and daytime treasures?

Do the words violently spew from their lips like an argument?

Or do they flow smoothly, like the soft tone one would use to recite a bed time prayer?

I wonder if all divorces happen differently.

Or if they're all the same language

simply varying in dialect.

Maybe divorces are necessary

to replenish the cycle of love

available for other couples to

experience passion.

The lovers have loved so fiercely

The world becomes envious

And steals their fire

To allow two more people to experience warmth.

I finally realize that love isn't meant to be understood.

It's meant to be a new way of life that opens your eyes

to allow room

for comprehension.

And, it's possible that's what a divorce is, too.

The process of understanding

is simply being continued.

It's also possible that

for particular people

it can never end.

They'll never find another person

who is good enough to fulfill their hopes and their expectations.

Their dreams are larger than materialistic items

and they'll always remain navigators.

But maybe that is perfectly fine.