Separation
I woke up this morning
To find an empty bed
You chose not to come home
You found another place to lay your head
I vowed to love you
In sickness and in health
for better or worse
and for that promise
I now live in hell
You love another
More than you could ever love me
Now we live a lie
Pretending that we're happy
My soul now suffers
From a choice made is haste
Any memory of love is gone
as hate takes its place
You call me from work
To say your sorry
And some how I don't believe you,
when you say you love me.
Then you say good bye.
You hang up the phone,
smug in your deception
Little do you know
I will be gone by the time you get home.
This was written 2-7-96
