By Michael W. Raley
I never thought it would happen to me.
I never thought that I would become a statistic,
But here I am.
You are ready to move on and leave me here.
After every trial we faced,
Every obstacle we overcame,
This life we built together
Comes down to paperwork and boxes.
I thought we communicated well,
Yet our problems accumulated like the clutter
That has piled up in our home.
I didn’t want this,
I didn’t ask for this,
And I certainly don’t deserve this.
Yet here we are,
Deconstructing a life into paperwork and boxes.