The Good Wife Poem by Robin Bennett

Parting lips that have never met,
One lapse in judgement; future now set.
Expel the truth, breathe in the lies,
Passion was yours, ending in your cries.

Reach for me, I stand in your dreams,
Vanished from life, agony in your screams?
Lie awake to drown in our plans,
So common are you without my hand.

Bodies as one that will never meet,
Lonely thoughts for your silken sheets.
At midnight gale, when you wake,
Remnants of me in you shall never shake.

You taught me how to cry, left me unable to trust,
Shiver alone with unfulfilled images of frenzied lust.
Enjoy your future of a bland and ordinary life,
As I remain here, playing my role of a good wife.