You know, I just happened to think about you the other day,
A passing thought that I decided to let linger around my way.
Remember when we had first met in a country not ours?
How we would explore one another and talk for hours?
It is such a distant memory, it hurts that we are so far gone.
Where would we be if secret things would not have been done?
In such a short period of time we dated, six months I believe
We married in what was bliss and shortly after I conceived.
In a big country not mine but with the man that was mine
I felt secure with you and trusted you to never step out of line.
We are not perfect, neither you nor I, we argued we fought
We loved and made love. But what was it that you had sought?
If I could have given you much more than all of me back then,
Those women, the messages, your part in this I will not mention
Would they have ever existed in your life…our life, if I gave just a little more?
The fact that they were placed above me; ripped my soul to its core.
One after another, the women kept coming. I remained by your side.
But not without consequence, my love for you had crumbled inside
I scattered the ashes of what was left of my heart to roam with the wind
I wandered so far in my thoughts that the lights from within grew dim.
I tried to fight those shadows that wanted me to drown in my sorrows
They succeeded, and I took my very last breath with no hope of tomorrow.
I thought I had died, but there was this nagging pain that reminded me of life
I am still alive, and I still have my child that I gave to you when I was your wife
For me to give in to the darkness would be a selfish mistake I could not live with
My love for you has ended but my love for him grows in height and in width.
We each obtained our long-awaited closure. Our friendship is what it used to be.
You may never know this, but I am thankful for the times you were with me
