Leah

I feel my life divided
By the ways he looked at me
The first look, of hate and disgust
When he found I was not
Who he thought and hoped I was
The second, one of pity
When the kind man inside
Recognized a more shameful lot
The third, a look of partners
We raised our sons and daughters
But the only look I ever wanted
Was for him to look at me
The way he looked at her