It’s true you’ve answered this one hundred times
Before in painful detail and in haste
Claiming and admitting innocence and crime.
Your replies repeated and steps retraced
In your mind and mine. The bond between us
Is strangely silent as it’s torn apart.
Our history and hope now hostage to mistrust
Clouding my vision and caging my heart.
I’ve come to accept the effort it takes
To obscure my want to let go, forgive
And believe, before the arrival of hate,
In some shared desire to keep love alive.
Back to the question left hanging mid-air.
Please, who, what, when, why and how could you dare?
Relationship Distress with Spouse or Intimate Partner