Three times, I have contemplated leaving my wife, and once she actually gave me permission.

Today, she walked out on me, and I didn't see it coming

Can you imagine the irony?

Because I really don't know her as much as I should

In many ways, she is still a mystery to me

Her body, I think I know, but I have been wrong about that sometimes

Her eyes, a reflection of her soul, deep and searching

She only allows me to see so much and no more

Like she is afraid, afraid to let me in

Not willing to trust me not willing to give me her all

Not that I can blame her

I do not know her

Even though I called her my wife

You see, Kara, I know. She is brash and she is wild

This woman, my wife, I do not know her at all

She is still a mystery and now she is gone

And, the mystery's still unsolved

I wish I had taken the time to know her some more

Now it's too late….