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

I Don’t Know You

KathieyV

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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”.