So you say you miss your life

Your house, your dogs

You miss your wife

The ten years you have spent

You wonder were it all went

She sits, cries and sings in the car

You stare out the window

All the blurred lines

Of collars and incense

Of who you once were

When you shared a life

With Amy, God and her

You waited long enough to be aware

Chemistry, poorly timed, or so you thought

The start of it all by stroking her hair

You could not stand to see her change

Life’s broken bones to rearrange

Floor to ceiling with your books

The office, the desk where you once worked

The kitchen where Mexican

Was all she cooked

And the sofa, that lonely site

Where she would sleep

Night after night

I know because you told me so

Words through thin lips spilled just so

And you thought you

Would never let her go

And now your life makes no sense

Living and breathing the consequence

Time, time, we all need time

To find those things we hope to find

To fall, to stumble, to be aware

An opal in the dust, discovery so rare

Your lack of attention to detail

Of a lifetime of lies posted by mail

Passing time now where you could never go

Dead roses on Marquez’s grave

Breaking, brittle and yellow