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….
