Tuesday, June 14, 2005

It Felt Wrong

Wrong, to be all alone without his arms around me
Left to meander through the day lost in restless thought
Contemplating meaning of words said and unsaid
Reaching for an answer or just the way to get by

Wrong, to not be able to wake up next to him with a simple “good morning”
Unable to sip morning coffee across from each other under the sun
Without his hand holding mine as we strolled down the street
Yearning to see his smile just because it made him happy

Wrong, to not get silly drunk together and giggle through the night
Not to watch the people amuse us as they perform for the world
Thinking of all the memories we are creating right at that moment
Dancing in a crowded bar but only being with just each other

Wrong to be without
Wrong to have to wait


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