We met an age ago amidst a storm.
Her inn shone like a beacon in the night.
I longed for some relief, for some place warm.
The storm would pass and I’d leave at first light.
The lonely place was strangely filled with life.
A thousand men and women packed within.
And stranger still they all shared the same wife!
Each married to the woman of the inn.
I came to love her just like all the rest.
It was not long until we too were wed.
And I became so much more than a guest!
I didn’t care that life outside was dead.
Now I don’t feel a thing except remorse!
To hell with her! It’s time for a divorce!