TO JANIE

I lay here in our empty bed,
A million thoughts race through my head,
About a marriage that now is dead,
And a friendship that is all but gone.


Without even your empty pillow to comfort me,
A distorted and unfair world I've begun to see,
What a shame and a human tragedy,
Of a love lost by the dullness of time.


My thoughts are of what has been,
Your loving smile and devilish grin,
The guilt and hurt of not being able to win,
And the glow of your skin after making love.


Right now you feel I'm a bit too insane,
Maybe you're right, how can I explain,
About all the love and hate and guilt and pain,
The ties that bind are way too fragile.


You feel I wanted to own your head,
And only wanted you to share my bed,
How do I convince myself that my feelings are dead,
And that we only borrowed each other's time?


But I'll get my chance in some second life,
Our boys will overcome their parent's strife,
The loss of an adoring husband and loving wife,
Two souls never meant to have a chance.




Copyright June, 1978 John D. Marks

Last changed: 06/08/2001