Why do I feel this way?
It makes me sad
To think of us parting, separate
But that’s where we’re at.
Floating near two different islands.

A psychic once told me,
You were not my Prince of Cups,
Was he right?
I think so, but I try, I try
To make it right between us.
Though am I really trying? Should I need to?

Marriages gone past - where you simply put up
And only existed, can I do that?
The vows seem to mean little,
That’s so wrong isn’t it? God tell me.
God help me with this.

Too scared to talk about it,
The loneliness, the disconnect.
You feel it, you chase it away down that bottle.
It’s always there, one second it’s not important,
The next it worries me an awful lot.

Shall I continue, continue to ignore it?
Trust in God just doesn’t cut it,
Talk, talk it out, what can pull us back?
Scared, of spoiling lives. Fear and worry,
Please no, no more naval gazing.

Figure it out.