a little piece of bitterness on friday afternoon
a little piece of missing each of those that I loved true
a little piece of longing for all the days gone by
a little piece of finding strength to give love another try

does he caress your face the way I loved to do?
does he make you smile and then just smile right back at you?
does he make you feel like a goddess every day
the way he looks and touches, and everything he'll say?

does he watch you sleeping with a heart that just might burst?
does he love you back for better or for worse?
does he make you laugh and play and want to sing and dance
no matter what you do, would he give you one more chance?

does he tell you things about yourself you'd never have known?
does he notice details which you'd thought you'd never shown?
when you look at him, is it him you want to see?
when you're in his arms, is it where you want to be?

perhaps I'm just a child, wanting what is missed
perhaps I'm just an ass, scornful when he's pissed
perhaps you too have mournings, maybe deeper than I'd know
yet I hope I've left some shoes, enormous heel to toe