Do you know a secret ?
I write you letters every day.
But you know that I can't post them,
I wish there was another way.
You are so close,
but yet so very, very far,
because there is a chasm between us,
you can't just drive there in a car.
So now I'm the "other woman",
stuck at home while you go out,
left wondering what the hell,
what is this all about ?
You know I love you madly,
and I believe you love me too,
but this is so very hard,
do you know what I'm going through ?
I lay alone and awake at night,
thinking of you lying there with your wife,
it is then I wish it was different,
it is then that I wish for a different life.
And then I dream about us together,
as I finally drift off to sleep,
and in that dream we don't make promises,
that we don't think that we can keep.
