She's gone again, I dont know where

Her nightly walks a bit of a mystery,

I wonder if there's some fancy man

After all, she has a bit of a history

 

If I had any sense, I'd try to follow her

Difficult to think its come down to this,

Yet we dont communicate anymore

To be fair, it was never married bliss

 

A copper at the door with bad news

They've found a woman in the river,

My legs turn to rubber as I nearly faint

And I dont think I can ever forgive her

 

Turns out she'd been seeing someone

Except it was a non-directive therapist,

Sessions at his nearby private house

Clearly there was something I'd missed

 

The coroner said acute depression

She's still not come back from her walk,

We'd been married over fifteen years

The very least she could do was talk