over the wall

you often made
the comparison of prison
with a bad
marriage.
always planning an
escape as you
tossed in your bed
with her beside
you, one eye open.
but it wasn't that
bad, when it was
good. once it soured
though, there
was no barbed wire,
or guards, or
walls that you
couldn't get passed
to get to the other
side and freedom.
some people do well
in confinement,
but you weren't
one of them.