The Sixth Sense

You're standing before me with tears in your eyes,
this sudden emotion comes as a total surprise.
Your say its over, our love is lost.
I feel like the lines of our communication are crossed.
You say I never show you any attention.
I always do, at least that's my contention.
Could I be wrong? No that couldn't be.
All the love I've shown, Why can't you SEE?

You claim I don't listen, pay you no mind.
But I hang on each word, at least that's what I find.
I repeat what you say, I follow through.
I pay close attention, well I think I do.
I do what you ask, and to tell it quite clear,
I think it's you who doesn't HEAR!

You remind me of the night you wanted to cuddle.
The big game was on, they just broke the huddle.
You came over behind me, stroking my hair.
The refs blew a call, that wasn't fair.
You kissed my neck and asked me to bed.
"In just a minute", well that's what I said.
A few hours later I snuggled up to you.
You turned your back to me, "What the hell did I do?"
I stroked your thighs and twirled your hair.
You laid there motionless, like you didn't care.
You gave no response but I wanted it so much.
But you acted as if you couldn't feel my TOUCH!

You recalled when I returned from a long day at work.
You cooked all day for your #1 jerk.
It was hot and fresh, my favorite dish,
I said I wanted burgers, that was my wish.
You said, "What of my meal?", I said "never mind."
"I've ordered the burgers, can't you be kind."
I knew you would like them, you've
had them before.
You ran off to the bedroom, slamming the door.
I knocked hard twice, saying, "Don't let the my order go to waste."
"I've spent good money, don't you have any TASTE?"

You then told the story of your new perfume.
It started so innocently from our powder room.
A dab on your neck and on your wrist.
One last squirt, a full body mist.
You slowly walked by me, to reveal this new scent.
I was writing the bills, paying the rent.
I said nothing about you, but highlighted your spending,
you walked out of the room wishing the night was just ending.
"The toast you put in for me is burnt to hell."
What was your problem, couldn't you SMELL?"

You said you had enough of all this pain.
I look at you as if you were insane.
You say you are leaving, to the arms of another.
"But I'm a good man, and a great lover!"
You say this is true but I've put up fences,
taken you for granted, ignored my five senses.

As you drive off, they all kick in.
I HEAR your words, still feel the TOUCH of your skin.
I can still SMELL you, it confirms my fears.
I long to SEE you, now I can TASTE my tears.
I think I've lost you forever, that's my premonition.
Call it my sixth sense, an INTUITION.

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