I Shall not be Cuckold to the Ghost of Another

    I had her.

    She was mine.

    She still is.

    But there was a moment,

    A day, 

    A year,

    When I lost her.

    I was lost, she was wandering.

    Looking for me.

    I had to find out where I was.

    Who I was.

    And find her where we were.

    We were ours.

    We were ours.