I see the photographs,
You and him together,
Smiling, laughing,
The “picture perfect” couple.
You go to bed each night,
Alone.
“I’ll be up later,” he smiles.
Alone, waiting,
You drift off to sleep,
As he sits quietly,
Behind dim computer light,
Typing, pouring out
His innermost desires
To a distant love
From years gone by.
Reborn, rekindled,
The flame still burns.
You have no idea.
I try not to hurt you,
It was so long ago, yet
Weak and powerless,
I am overcome,
And realize,
There’s nothing I can do.
Through endless space,
And endless time,
The man you call yours
Really is still mine.
About the Creator
Misty Rae
Retired legal eagle, nature love, wife, mother of boys and cats, chef, and trying to learn to play the guitar. I play with paint and words. Living my "middle years" like a teenager and loving every second of it!
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