16 syllables per line, alternating accents... I think it's a sonnet... I'm such a nerd...

I love my wife, but not my life, and work to change that every day.

And so it seems tomorrow comes and only hope can guide my way.

I found my love and thought it true and kept my feelings bottled up.

I screwed up, fell so very hard I've had to find a new first step.

Each day I wake to see the wall and window of once-shared bedroom.

Before, I saw her hair and eyes and lips, but now it's like a tomb.

I tarry here, alone and sad, but working to find inner peace.

Each day I pray for God to help, to say to me, "Charlie, please cease!"

I want to like who I have been, am now and still desire to be

I know I'm the only one that can make myself truly happy.

I hold no delusions about myself, I know I'm not the best

All I desire to be is good enough for her, forget the rest.

But if I can't, if it won't work, if she should say that it's too late.

I ask for strength to help me heal as I must then accept my fate.