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Somewhere around here,  once, I had a wife;
And somewhere else, I think I might recall,
The remnants of a not too awful life:
Perhaps a dog, a house, a job and all.
If I remember rightly (and I might)
I kind of liked it. But then again, who knows?
My memory is comfortable and bright
But as I ponder, my confusion grows.
If she--and they--should be here, where are they?
And if I am the man I think I've been
Why am I stuck as I am this way?
I do not know quite where I should begin.
I look for her, and still I do not see;
Yet I will hope, and think in terms of we.