I could just be a bastard little boy
Whose anger grabs control and vengeance seeks.
I could forget about the endless joy
You brought me in our marriage countless weeks.

I might feel sorry for myself alone
And not despair just how this came about.
I could feel righteous from that fix to phone
Another pouring out your pain and pout.

I could say, "Go to Hell!" and make you right.
I could lose all nobility instead,
And wander off to dangle in the night,
But somehow stronger forces keep my head.

For when I pledged my love no matter what
I meant that to be true without a

Flemington NJ
22 May 2005