Sometimes

Sometimes I lie awake at night

and listen to the crickets, and

stare up at the dark ceiling

and think of you,

as the north bound train

rumbles through.

Sometimes, I think I

can still hear your voice,

and the way you laughed

I think about how I always

felt safe with you.

You never shoved me to the floor

or hurt me or were

cruel to me,

like some men were

before.

Sometimes, I'd awaken

from a dream so deep

to find you holding my hand

even though you were asleep.

And sometimes, I even miss

the life we made for each other

a plain and simple life

but I was happy for the most part;

I've got good memories to keep.

I would have liked a bit more

dancing, but you can't

have everything.

I was peaceful with you;

you were my knight in shining armor,

and I gave you my whole heart

defying the people who

said you were too young

or I was too old,

people

who thought we should have

stayed apart.

I could tell you anything

You knew my secrets

and my oddities

you knew where my scars were

you were worth your

weight in gold.

I miss your hugs

and your hands

and your eyes......

I've found no one

to replace you

and I haven't really

tried.

Then I remember

that it's over

and you have a new wife

and I hope you are

happy with this new

phase of life

for I am still lonely

and sometimes I cry

when I think how I hated

that sad word: Goodbye.

© Christina 6-26-07