My life with you lies in pieces
of that, that I thought was love.
In thoughts now impressions remain:
things now so without meaning.
Where as best you can you do avoid me
in thoughts the eternal remembering stays
while your words and acts do cut deep,
of you dedicated as my darling wife.
Where I have got no answers for your actions,
do not know what is really going on,
by words and acts you do oppose me
and I stand confused, separate and alone.
I do know that love sometimes asks for more:
asks that I must tolerate your inaccessibility.
© Gert Strydom
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