Was it really you and me
Entwined together in ecstasy
Or was it struggling to be
The other half which once was we

The heart is steadfast for a while
But it can never go that extra mile
To keep the family from becoming a pile
Of statistics in a divorce file

To have missed so much of life
Children grandchildren a loving wife
The cost paid in heartache and strife
The price tag of PTSD running rife