There is a sunset you will never see
A sunrise that announces a day in which you have no part
I will never hear your voice
A decision in which you gave me no choice
It still amazes me that you are gone
You left without a backward glance
Not prepared to give a second chance
Over the years,
The rounds of golf, the sets of tennis,
Your thrust and parry brought you joy
The more you annoyed the higher you were buoyed
The strokes that underscored were grist to your mill
But when it came to the battle that counted
Your final stroke was one that flouted
The final vestiges of dignity
In a marriage of such disparity
I am angry, I am sad,
But in truth also a little glad
Because you see, my love,
Albeit unwittingly I’m sure
You have set me free
To love once more
Glenda Warburton 