The Girl Who Was My Wife

The Girl Who Was My Wife The largest portion of my life Seventeen years of time, A beautiful girl, who was my wife Now, no longer mine I blame no one but myself In the fracture of her heart, She did her best to keep it whole As I tore it apart I met her when we both were young Our heads so full of dreams, We did everything together Just yesterday it seems No formal education, Not arrogant or loud But in everything she ever did, She always made me proud She may not even know it, She may not even care, But I cherish every single year When I knew she was there I miss her words of wisdom, I mess her sage advice, I miss the look of love I used to see within her eyes I miss here gentle smile, The scent of her blonde hair, Her plain and simple presence That’s now no longer there, She’d lift me up when I was down, And help me dry my tears, She’d chase away the boogey man, And calm my endless fears, She tried so hard to make it work, I tried hard to make it not, And what I fought so hard for, I suppose I finally got, Our family left in tatters, As best as I could tell, And all the years since then, for me, Have been a living hell I tried again a couple times As I’m sure she did too, But no one else could take her place And do the things she’d do So now I cry at night alone, No one to dry my tears, At the mercy of the boogey man, And all my endless fears I tried to keep my hope alive, That we might try again, But my dead hope has been entombed, Knowing we’re not even friends And as I see her from afar, I know how much I miss, Her love, her touch, her gentle ways, And yes, her tender kiss, This one thing I want her to know, The girl who was my wife, She’s the best thing I have ever had, Through my entire life