The woman tries to sleep but the house starts to...
Like the man on a Friday night, cracking knuckles...

Oh the joy and grin from ear to ear
I take such pleasure from him...

Underneath my apple tree can sit in reverie
Dusk so soft and pink, with hues of deeper blue...

Opening new doors
Not sure if I can do this anymore...

Once shy but now never forgotten
He will bend me and mend me rotten...

Confused.com, my middle name
Every day it is the same...

Is there such a thing as a heart
That can be ripped in two, yes I think so...

Thank you for being there, I wish only you was my...
To lean and lounge, to fluff up cushions make...

Foot steps in the snow, follow the path of tiny...
They wiggle and squiggle all over the place...

Your night is not my day,
your grief is not my relief...

Silence, that pacing around and filling the void,
Everything more intense, peering into dark...

Sometimes I walk mind completely somewhere else,
Other times walk, eye taking in every detail...