Until Death Do We Part

I spoke to my ex-wife the other night I felt so sorry for her sadness and blight, She talked to me in such a timid voice I felt so sorry for her, I had no choice. Her path it had taken such a different road From the one to me that she once had showed, She was the one that I once chose as my mate I felt so sorry for her misdirection, and fate. She just stood there, just talking and smiling But, I knew that worries upon her soul was piling, Then I thought to myself what have I done She is still the mother, of our son. But, then she was the one that sued for divorce She was the one that pushed and maintained that course, And I was the one that kept on asking why And all that she said to me was, "Goodbye". I haven't seen or spoke to her in many years But, I can still sense her unhappiness and tears, Her life now it is with another man But, I don't believe that was in her ultimate plan. Now her dreams are all crumpled papers They became transparent and disappeared like vapors, Sometimes though I wish with a sadness in my heart That it truly was, until death do we part. Randy L. McClave