Days came and passed, as briskly as the shifting clouds weep the rain.
And each morning I awoke with the same emptiness and pain.
From the same troubled sleep, fraught with torturous nightmares and desolate visions.
To face a new day, suffering without her, ever the most anguished decision.

I watch my youngest children, playing time and again.
Unaware of the hurt, anger, and sadness that consumes their father from within.
How do I explain this to my little ones? How do I tell them someday?
How will I begin? How will I say, “Mommy just went away…”

It is something I still fail to understand. Something I cannot see.
I wish I knew what it was I did that was so wrong. What I did to make her hate me.
Because true love would have stopped her from walking out on ‘us’.
True love would have stopped her from betraying our most sacred of trusts.

And this is how I know our love was not so true, and our love was not meant to be.
For if it was, she would have given herself to only me.
But the pain remains, the sorrow lingers, and I know she will never leave my mind.
I just wish I had the courage to move my heart away from her, …but that would take a lifetime.