The way things are
We used to be so close,
Closer,
Than we are.
I, used to feel,
That you,
Were part of me.
I, was part of you.
I don't know when,
Or how,
Things started to change.
It seems to me,
Only memories ,remain.
I,miss the way things were before.
You used to hold me,
Closer than your own skin.
Each night ,I lay down with you,
I, felt like we were one,
The same.
I rarely see you,
Now
At all.
It's strange.
You only live next door...
Your days off ,
Aren't spent with me.
You're off in the boat,
With your family.
Sometimes I wonder,
Where,
Or if, I fit in.
Seems, you have no room for me.
In your plans.
Your happy,
As long as you ,have our baby.
I wonder if,
You still want me, for me.
Was I just someone ,to pull you through,
The loneliness,
When she ,walked out on you?
Did you ever, really see me at all?
Do you see me for who I am?
Did you only see ,
What you wanted me to be?
I, wish I knew,
You just don't listen.
When I speak,
Or try,
To talk to you.
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