Perhaps I'm Just a Fool

Every night, you come home late.
I can smell your lies.
Like a bitter poison flowing from your mouth.

And I can taste the
               A
         L
  C
        O
              H
      O
            L
on your breath.

Where have you been?
Have you been clubbing with some girl?
 Hitting On,
     Or Grinding,
Or the Lord forbid, Screwing,
With some girl in her teens?

OUR DAUGHTER'S AGE?

You told me I was beautiful
The day that we first met.
Does this remain true?

Please. I'm Sorry.

I can only regret.

I climb out of love again.

Then Every Morning,
It's all gone.
The Lie.
The Sin.
The Smell.
And you lie beside me, In a peaceful sleep that looks almost happy...

I've fallen in love all over again.

Then every night I climb out.

Surely there must be something
WORTH SAVOURING
Left in this tattered and dying marriage.
Or else why would I repeat this cycle?

Perhaps I'm just a fool.