For many years I thought I knew the woman to whom I was married; understood her.  It was disturbing to realize how naive my perception of her had been ... Behaviour can mislead so deftly; so completely ... she was never understood; never known... The tragedy for myself is that now I know it.  The tragedy, for her, is that she knows I know.  And so, this poem is a lament; perhaps a lament for all such women who are in this sort of relationship with men such as we.