The rain pours down as I sit here in a state of constant agitation,.
Surrounded by such beauty, I stare with child-like admiration
But I'm not a child, a woman I've become,
This is plain as day you see on the battle scars I've worn
Everyday now a question, anticipation to the max,
On the edge of my seat I wait, unable to relax
Cause though I may be a woman I often act like a child
Throwing a tantrum, shaking my head, wanting my way and acting wild
It has been so long now since I made you leave,
Yet everyday I beg you back, oh how I grieve.
Everyday, throughout the day I will erupt into tears.
For no good rhyme or reason, just a memory of our years.
Thinking of us when we were happy and laughed spontaneously
The bad times and sad times aren't as vibrant... ironically😔.
Why would I look back at what tore us apart?
I already did and apologized for breaking yours and my hearts.
Now I wish everyday, the bad would go away,
I wish and pray fervently my husband comes home to stay. 🏠
