When He Left

When he left the first time

I stooped over the car and wept.

A neighbor was watching thinking

I must be having a heart attack.

The second time he left

we got into a fight

railing accusations

well into the night.

The third time he left

I hired a lawyer

and dropped five grand

with no place to land.

Now he comes and he goes

and I fit in the place

of allowing the facts

and accepting the grace.

And enemies don't prosper,

resistance never wins.

And I stand in the place

of I don't know, I stand.