Nothing’s been Re-keyed
 

 



This morning the waking sun
rose in the east
yet I didn’t quite feel
its warmth as much.

Breakfast was dry toast,
not exactly a feast,
nothing feels the same
without your touch.

Last night the king bed felt
like a soccer pitch,
far too much room for one
lost and lonely soul

There was no fight for the covers,
that’s a switch,
they followed me no matter the
direction I’d roll.

Do I still love and miss you,
please have no doubts.
It was never my idea to watch the
cab drive you away.

Yes, I was a participant in
our occasional bouts,
when we both were determined
to have our say.

I’m sure you took a key, tucked
away in your purse,
as you made your break for what
you’d call freedom.

As the days of potential loneliness
turn out to be worse
I need you to know that you can
always come home.

By AlwaysMyWords

© 2011 AlwaysMyWords (All rights reserved)

 

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