My Story My Divorce Page 15. Poetry "I Don't Know You"

I Don’t Know You
We sat on the couch together, you on one end I on the other.
The same couch we had snuggled on, had laughed on, 
had held our Grandchild on.
You stared straight ahead, as though I were not in the room, 
as though you could not see me.
Your face stern, your fists clenched.
I asked you to reconsider leaving your family.
I asked you not to break your vow to God and to me.
It was then I saw your jaw tighten, your gaze remain fixed.
It was then I realized 
you are not the man I thought I married.

It was then I realized 
“I don’t know you”.


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