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Hazy Twilight
A special candle light dinner,
five hours old, gone to waste.
She sits there waiting for him
to come home, with a look of sadness across her face.
She finally gives up hope, and
wonders off to bed alone, waiting for the phone.
The silence is just killing her,
no key in the door, no ringing phone, just her and her
thoughts, lay there alone.
Her imagination is running wild,
waiting and wondering is always the worse part of the game she
plays.
Morning finally comes to red
swollen eyes as she waits for him to stumble through the door,
It feels like he's been gone for days.
She smells the cheap
perfume on
him, as she listens to his alibis.
She listens closely even though
she knows he is lying.
She wants so bad to believe that
he is telling her the truth.
But she has doubt in her already
broken heart and feels that she needs proof.
And the rain puts her to sleep
at night,
and the sun feels like a hazy
twilight.
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