Stone

Someway, somehow, somewhere, I got lost
There is no telling if I can ever get back
It may remain a mystery at an unimaginable cost
With no support, it is hope that I do lack.

Move forward with life, it’s said,
But move forward to what or where?
From sleeping double in our marriage bed
To camper trailer with little room to spare.

With my wife, I could have lived anyplace.
However, our home is no more by her choice.
It is for me, no more than a storage place
Bitter parting, separation with no voice.

Standing undecided, the crossroads of my life
Do I turn, believe all that I have known,
My happiness, my faith, and my absent wife
A question that leaves me as cold as stone.