Starts with I am sorry I could never love you
Resentment shimmering just beneath the veneer
your eyes will not meet
One of you is still in love, or trying to convince himself he is
One of you can’t wait to get to her lover
Sparks fly,
you cannot stand to be in the same room at he same time.
Your little girl is tugging at your elaborate dress,
your tailored trousers
your son is itching to share his latest discovery
But you stare through your son, daughter,
for you they don’t exist-
just a reminder of your many faults,
a reminder that you are living a lie
Staring daggers at each other,
The air between you too thick,
the fabric of your relationship too thin, too frail
On the edge of snapping
The hurt, hate, disappointment, loneliness, and regrets
nag constantly, neither of you recognize the other
Strangers trapped by your choices, by cruel fate
So I remember the song, Luther Vandross
‘I would rather have bad times with you, than good time with someone else’
Why spend the rest of your life wishing for another
and destroying both of you while at it?
Regrets I refuse to entertain,
So I tread with my conscience, my heart on my sleeve,
and pray that when that choice is made,
neither me, nor you, or our children to come
will have to see us tear the skin off each other
so that our children will not see us destroy their dream for love,
beauty, and security
So that we agree to disagree
And teach them to have respect for them,
for others, to be grateful for love, life
For God above all things has made all things beautiful.
So when your eyes are too frail to see,
in those wrinkles I will see how hard you have smiled with me,
cried with me
And our children and their children, and their children’s children
will have a legacy unrivaled.
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