I watch her make the home that we should warm
Your kitchen smells of meals that I would bake
And when she lies there safe inside your arms
My God! My God! It's just too much to take!
I toss and turn in sleepless prose again
The letters she did write to you before
They haunt me now because this is the end
And I elect to stand outside your door
The irony has caught up with my mind
Periphery now leaves me without view
My sleepless nights are bleeding into rhyme
But fail to bring me close enough to you
My senses will form bars around my heart
Keeping our two distant worlds apart
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