“The next chords struck are fault & failure.”

I know you’re my wife. I just never figured out how to bring you up to speed.

I’m no different. I spent time serving as your support beam despite the fact you were incapable of returning the favor. I prayed for my words to permeate your skin, but you resigned yourself to the idea that I was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and acted on it. It broke me. So write about how I don’t wear life on my face another time.

Confused? I resigned myself to the idea that we were soulmates. A broken pair is two halves, now I’m just taking the part I was left with. That’s baffling.

You’re all the soul and I’m all of nothing inspiring. I’m sorry.