Too Little Too Late

I love her with all half of my heart…
I love to hold her hand,
…and walk silently
I love the way she talks,
her eyes bright and shining, staring at me
I love laughing together,
Sharing secrets,
…between her and half me
I love watching her sleep,
her features relaxed, listening to her gently breathe
I love making her smile…
I love her faith in me
I love making her climax, nails digging in my skull,
hearing her scream my name,
…Oh I love when our bodies combine,
Making me half complete…
In front of the priest I pledged my love.
All half of me.
Now I love the way she takes care of me,
Making sure I’m well fed and happy
I love the way she begs me not to go to work,
Clinging to me lovingly…
I love the way she stands at the door waving goodbye
I love her with all half of me.
I love the way she doesn’t let me see her cry,
Not dumping her problems on me.
I love how she leaves me when I want to be alone,
without arguing, fussing, confusing me with trivialities
I love how she treats half of me.

She told me she’s unhappy?
And that she’s leaving me…
She spent all these years hoping…
That I would give her all of me…
Now the time has come to say goodbye,
She knows when to admit defeat…
And even though she has given up
…it doesn’t mean she does not love that half of me
She packed her bags, packed her hope,
Packed away our memories
Now she is gone…
…and she took all of me.

October 23rd, 2008 8:26 pm
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