It’s been coming for a while now, I hate to sit still and think. I know you’re not doing well. Half of our beings were together. You can’t erase me. I know I hurt a piece of the potato that feeds you, but now we eat off separate plates. It’s hard to have twins, so how was it with a wife and the other one you were with at the same time? Man, that shit bothers me. Till death do us part wasn’t on your agenda. Forgiveness hurts and does not make you weak; just a beautiful human. Babe was a household name. Now, I feel ashamed and shy to use the word in a loving way. Does this make sense? I don’t need to be validated, I just miss my marriage. My family gave me a reason to move forward… I love my second half, surrounded by memories, my life has restarted from scrap. Every time I write, I want my pain to come out with every word; my spirit is dim, but others see me shine. So there is hope for this babe. Aww, once I knew what
OMG really meant because my BABES kept me informed at the same time, laughing at me for not knowing. I’m a woman that’s broke in half. Mom and wife are so far away since babe left me.
It took a second
For half of my life’s dreams to disappear
I can’t believe my ears
The pain wasn’t minute
Better covered by shock
A second sucked my hugs, my hand holds, face rubs, and foot rubs
A second took my human contact away
Please, not another bad second
I’m a wimp for true love
I’m fading every minute that passes
I need a second to take this all in
At the altar, you never spoke about this minute,
But you knew this minute was there
In that minute, the decision to exile you from my heart was written
I promise this won’t happen a second time
