I Sleep Alone Poem by Randy McClave

She was a grouch
So, alone I slept on the couch,
While she slept alone in my bed
And a goodnight to me was never said.
I thought that she was my girl
I thought that she was my pearl,
She told me that I was her man
That's where our relationship had began.
But, then I found out the truth
When I became a sleuth,
She didn't want us known as a couple
So, my mind was supple.
She just wanted to always use me
Emotionally and also financially,
Then she told me to keep our little mystery
So, as one or as a couple no one would see.
When anyone ever treated her bad
I in turn made her happy and glad,
And while her children were in my house
She wouldn't be my verbally spouse.
Her daughter always slept in the guest room
And her son slept on futon I did assume,
Their mother always wished them both a goodnight
But, unto me she did no right.
I always took her son to school
She treated me like a pack mule,
With her wishes or commands I was always told
And she was always treating me cold.
When it was just her and I
I was so very happy that I wanted to cry,
Now sometimes her I wished I never did meet
As I sleep alone sadden on the love seat.

Randy L. McClave