They call it a rough patch,
but I don't know how to deal.
I knew there had to be some catch,
a sandwich crust, an orange peel.

Your life is moving forward,
I'm hanging back in the trees.
I had hoped you wouldn't get bored,
Of Skype calls and endless amounts of cheese.

I still act like there's nothing wrong,
No one has to know.
I'm still listening to our favourite song,
Trying to deal with this blow.

I had dreamed of nights wrapped up in you.
I had dreamed of  white dresses and little feet.
Maybe you had different plans, maybe I scared you.
But I'm not ready to admit defeat.