Noctambulist
He sleepwalked through our wedded years.
We pledged, despite my mother's fears
of differences, I couldn't see.
He swore undying love to me;
but all is not what it appears.
I tolerated neighbor's sneers
quietly holding back the tears
amid the marital debris;
he sleepwalked through.
It's sad when love just disappears
and wanders off to new frontiers.
Today I got the last decree;
I hope they're happy he and she.
He's gone and left no souvenirs;
he sleepwalked through.
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