Not a day goes by
Not a day goes by
do I think of leaving you.
Hours tick by as I think
of the words I wish to
say to you.
I listen for the screech
of the tires; hoping you
won’t be home soon.
I pray for a miracle you
will head in another direction
other than home.
I write the truth in my hidden
book, I just wish I had the power
to leave.
My love is brittle.
My soul is weak.
I need a prayer answered not
a day goes by do I wish
for you to disappear.
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