Our marriage torn asunder, blessed union alienated by circumstance.

Economic downturn, corporate downsizing. Financial theories turning dreams to dust.

Divided by ocean, she chases that dwindling aspiration.

Here I remain, each second a lifetime.

Until she's home again.

Meals for one, my appetite diminished, every mouthful tasting of ash.

The lustre faded from social gatherings. Jesters howling, as every drink tastes of bitter tears.

Painted ladies, hawking faded charms, crying out at my disdain.

Reminders of a life in stasis, endlessly waiting.

For her to come home again.

As I lie sleepless, dark thoughts overwhelm me. Does she sleep alone on these, long, cold, nights.

Those Corporate clowns, do they make her a notch on their bedposts.

Or is it, the sensual touch of a woman, a siren song that draws her away from me.

Crushed by this torment. Staring into the eyes of despair.

Will she come home again?

Snatched telephone conversations."I'm sorry. Forgive me. I love you. I miss you."

Soon it is over, all too brief respite. A temporary salvation.

The days pass by. Fatal inertia gives way to numbing catharsis. Days spent in dulling labour.

Evenings tranquillized by gaudy phantoms flickering across a screen.

I need her home again.

The sun rises on my heart. Green shoots of hope renew my faith.

The malignant tumour, of vows under siege, in remission.

Standing at the airport terminal with heart beating double time.

Long promised reunion, love's sweet redemption at hand.

She's nearly home again.

Like nervous teenagers, in the first gentle spring of romance, we meet.

Then all troubles forgotten, that thrilling smile makes everything glorious summer.

Fiery passions, so cruelly frustrated, are rekindled.

Where she belongs, in my arms, forever.

She's home again.