Empty
By grumpy3445
I come home and the house is empty now that you are gone life without you is a little lonely but not as lonely as when you were here I still remember the nights awake, wondering where you were then I tried to fill your life with the happiness you craved I washed, I cleaned, I did everything, but still you were barely my wife I was quick to hold you, slow to anger, always working, seldom idle You were my best friend, my only lover but still there was emptines inside Every time you left I kept the door held wide but this time, when you left something in me died I feel there is now a wall between as there has been many times before but this time, I'm not eager to climb this wall once morefor my ex-wife, violeta John Written December 18th, 2001 © on Feb 23 2002 02:27 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I come home..."