Hopeless Marriage- Unrequited Love

As I roamed into the steakhouse, I spotted him slashing steak. He looked up with his dispirited stare, His despair coherent to me. He summon me to take a chair, He had a anecdote to unfold, About the day his spouse left, The day love revolved to abyss. He delivered her the works he had, His body, soul and heart, Her addiction got the best of him, She backslid; he fell discrete. Off she went on a spree, appear like, A daze of narcotics and booze– When he faced up to her, she said, "Fine," and ran off–just think Of the agony it caused this man, His eyes folded into his face, Tears so actuate, harsh and brutal They are salting him in place. Yet he turns up at the steakhouse, Forlornness not his thing, Through those depressed eyes I can declare He’s longing for happiness, although Dealing with the tragedy of losing A woman once very delightful, A woman now astray in her sadness, His sorrow under her feet.