Is told from Maisies father's point of view. I was kind of wrestling with how your life can never be the same. In my collection they go the distance and stay together, but in this poem this is an elderly man living with the guilt and hurt he has caused his wife.

 

 

The years have bobbed by

The grief subsiding and somehow

we became content with our jigsaw

of a life with one piece missing.

Half a life but better than none.

 

But at times I can still feel her

resentment, measured at me through

fading eyes, the brief flash of a laser to

cut my heart in two. Then it

disappeares, too old to try and fight.

 

Despite it all, the infidelity, the guilt

Trip to Blackpool, the countless

Breakdowns and suicide attempts.

My love is hardy, loyalty head strong.

 

We lie beneath the covers an invisible

bolster separating us. My mind replays

the good times, a door slams out the

bad times. For better or worse, richer

for poorer. Vows floating above us as

she takes her last breath.