by cyndihaltom52

Created on: August 22, 2008   Last Updated: September 22, 2008

Staring across the striped sheets,
no one's there, no one speaks.
It's been so long, so forgotten too,
You see, I realize I don't know you.

You, who used to lay in bed,
wide awake, so much we said,
So many smiles and you laughed aloud,
over the games we played and talked about.

I win a round then you'd beat me
at cards, cribbage and Monopoly.S
But we don't play those games today,
We won't tomorrow, we didn't yesterday.

I suppose we need to realize,
Open our hearts and tightly closed eyes.
Look at the different roads we've walked.
Rest for a while, sit down and talk.

But once again you don't come home,
with broken spirit I sit alone
And I wonder inside "what's really right,
should I stay a little longer or leave tonight.

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