Engaged,
plotting marriage,
I nodded,
while looking through you
at every women in the park.

Married,
seven years,
a child, come between us,
I miss the lust
publicly displayed by others,

Divorced,
free to roam, I sit alone
watching couples with children, and lust
for the blessed trinity...

of the three of us, to be, again, at home.

John Tansey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/separation-i-am-so-sorry/