a many splendored thing

it wasn't the nine
cats
or the three dogs,
or two
ex husbands
that ended your
relationship with
her. nor was
it the fact that
the kitchen was
a foreign
planet to her,
no, it was something
else, something
you can't quite
exlplain. her dissecting
your mail
and doing a forensic
examine on
your computer, that
didn't bother you
too much either.
dusting for
fingerprints
on your bed posts
and silverware,
and tapping your
phone, none of that
had anything
to do with the break
up. you accepted
her long stays in
rehab, ignored
her criminal record,
you were as loving
and compromising
as any man could
be, but then something
just clicked,
maybe there is
someone else out
there better suited
for the likes
of me. maybe.