There
is something
else
missing from my life
since I have left.It's beyond our children.
It's beyond the way we
meshed
together
fully
beyond
what I had felt
before
or since.I think
it is (was)
the unity
in committmentthe unpsoken love
even within the anger
I hear in your voice
even today
as you refuse
to speak to me.It is
what little we had
(which was wonderful)
and so much more
which
I had hoped for
and have
still never
found.