I have forgotten the specifics why I no longer saw you fit, fit to be the mother of my children & my wife in the eyes of the church I have forgotten the specifics why I no longer trusted your sight, the insight into finding value in the meager and the bleak of night I have forgotten the specifics why and to whom concerned, concerning the bereaved as much as the dead now adjourned I have forgotten the specifics of all which came to pass, this night now almost beyond us & and the dread from which we run I have forgotten the specifics of why I cannot be, if becoming was the purpose I have failed -- spectacularly