When she leaves,
and it's just me and the dog,
my life is a blur,
I feel like I'm walking
walking through a fog.

I'm so lost
without direction,
it's hard to think,
with out her presence,
her imperfect
imperfection.

When she's gone
I begin to remember,
the times we had, have and will,
from the playground and sandlots,
to the beach and after I pay the bill.

Sure it's not much, waiting for her
to get home from the store,
but her absence here,
just says so much more.
The memories we've made,
together our whole lives,
just makes me wonder,
why would a man waste his years
sharing these experiences
with other different wives?

I'm a simple man,
this much is true,
my work is simple,
it's what I like to do.

She supports me ever step of the way,
and she helps me relax,
every single day.

A small smile,
the tickles of her laughter,
makes me want more,
more of her I'm after.

We're content,
just the way we are,
but it hurts me sometimes to think
that even once,
we were ever so far.

I remember the times that she moved
away from me,
to a base somewhere
somewhere near the sea.

But now I wait,
with the dog by my feet,
now we're just sitting here
wondering what we're going to eat.

When she's gone.

Even for a little while,
I count the seconds
as she speeds the mile.

When She's gone.
She'll be back,
and when she comes,
we'll be happy again,
because she is
my one
and only
best
friend.

Who I'll never leave.
God Bless her.