DIVORCE

The man I loved was left behind
the same as if he'd died.
He made a prison in his mind
and locked himself inside.

No amount of talking
fighting, love or crying
could bring my husband back to me,
and our love started dying.

I waited and I waited
until I began to see
that what I really wanted
would never come to be.

So I packed my things
and left the father of my son;
went home to mom and dad
and left my love in Viet Nam.

©Copyright 1974 by Christina