2 out of 3
Honey,
I don’t know if I am ready yet. I need time alone to think.
Always, S.
The note is always the same
left on her pillow,
so I will see it when I awake
It doesn't hurt as much now
as it used to,
I really expected it this time
Every time I ask her the question
she suddenly changes
to someone I don’t even know
I know she enjoys my company
I see it in her eyes
But I don’t think she has ever been mine
She tells me she wants me
a part of her life
that she enjoys the company
She tells me she needs me
the security I provide
something she’s never had
She tells me she can’t imagine
me not being there
but that is where she hesitates
She has never said she loves me
but like Meatloaf sang
‘two out of three ain’t bad’
I know she will return soon
a smile on her face
as she bounces back into my life
She will say how she’s missed me
how lonely it was
how things are now straight in her heart
But this time there will be silence
when she walks in
no smiling face saying, ‘welcome back’
Just empty closets, loneliness
and a folded note
on her side of the bed
Honey,
Two out of three just is not good enough, anymore.
Good bye, T.
May 8, 2014
