if what we are is part of god then I amall his sadness all that is lonely in an empty bed I don’t find peace no smiles and no dancing I am the broken and not the heart I am beaten and slowly oh so slowly I fall apart and no one will remember me not my childrena husband lover or friend I can’t pretend it didn’t hurt to find her in our bed but men will explore and I will die never knowing what it feels like to know a heart a body a mind and a soul that’s dedicated would you even miss me so caught up in your history there’s no room for forgive so please live and use me as your excuse to be with her cause I’m not there but always I will be the great man’s Achilles