Goodbye
We had a fight
We never fight
It was about a sofa
No, not really
Though you didn’t say
It was about money
Funds are tight
Our worlds are drifting
I have my writing
And you,
You’re scraping a living
I love you my husband,
I always have
But when you jerked away
I’m done
You go your way
I’ll go mine
And maybe some day
Your light will shine
And you’ll be happy
Without me
Making a living
Copyright 2009