Until Death Do We Part Poem by Randy McClave

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