Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Lost Track of Me

Hubby no more had good me with

Wifey, now me with her was bad.

That I, time, don't care is just myth.

One final good me should be had

By Hubby, so I took him to,

With his buddies, a last night out.

Such a good me, Hubby did do.

I got away from him, no doubt.

So later, Hubby came back home,

And Wifey was not in good cheer,

For the me Hubby spent in roam,

"Why the hell were you gone a year?"

Hubby lost track of me, now I'm

Back to his bad from his good time.