I just got in; the house is empty.
Where does that leave me?
It leaves me lonely again,
And it’s getting hard to pretend.

My friends all think I’m happy,
They don’t know the pain inside me.
I pretend that everything is okay, “I’m fine,”
It’s not, so many things run through my mind.

I drove by our old house last night,
It’s empty now, and without light.
It reminds me of how my heart feels,
I wonder, will it ever heal?

I wonder if you know I think of you,
I wonder, do you think of me too?
Does she hold you like I did?
Do you keep your feelings hid?

So many things you hid from me,
But said you’d always love and never leave me.
Where are you now?
Why did you break your vow?

I’ve never known what made you leave,
Leaving me here alone to grieve.
Tomorrow, I’ll go back to pretending,
Tonight the pain is never ending.

If you pass me on the street,
Please be kind, do not speak.
If my heart should hear, it’ll know I’ve lied,
It will stop beating, and know I’ve died.

© Janice Jarnagin
August 2002