I admired him. He was so handsome, so sure, and so wise. With knowing hands and steady eyes. A man of faith, or so he proclaimed, With past mistakes that once were tamed.
He taught me well, and so I thought, This is a life of balance, with lessons sought. With careful acts, he shaped my view, Of food, of health, of something new.
But shadows lurked behind his smile, Secrets buried all the while. A fragile peace, a past denied, A soul still lost, although dignified.
His faith with words was a hollow sound, His truth was buried, hidden underground. I closed my eyes to all the signs, And mistook his chains for healing lines.
Twelve years of love and silent fears, I bore his daughter and sons while drying my tears. Four children were born, yet still I'm alone, His heart was gone, and his purpose had flown.
He spoke of legacies and of men, Of wisdom passed from now to then. But soon the pull was far too strong, His demons whispered to him alone.
In and out behind cold steel bars, Chasing habits and hiding scars. A single man in spirit free, Yet bound in chains, he could not see.
And so he left, leaving us behind. To stitch the wounds and to heal the mind. I learned the weight of empty space, And found my strength in his disgrace.
