I lay my head down on the pillow and turn onto my side to see the emptiness of the sheets beside me where you once slept. A tear travels down my face... You messed up and got yourself locked up. You're not a bad man, but a good man who makes bad choices. Now, you lie in that cell and I in our bed alone waiting for the day that you can return home. My eyes fill up in tears as I place my hand to the dent in the mattress where your shoulder once laid. I miss making love to you on those nights you would wake up and stir me from my sleep. We were perfect; you and I. Well, not perfect, but perfect in our eyes.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
I lay my head down on the pillow and turn onto my side to see the emptiness of the sheets beside me where you once slept. A tear travels down my face... You messed up and got yourself locked up. You're not a bad man, but a good man who makes bad choices. Now, you lie in that cell and I in our bed alone waiting for the day that you can return home. My eyes fill up in tears as I place my hand to the dent in the mattress where your shoulder once laid. I miss making love to you on those nights you would wake up and stir me from my sleep. We were perfect; you and I. Well, not perfect, but perfect in our eyes.
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