she
by William P Struckeshe did not say where she was going,
and I don't expect her to return.
she's been gone two nights already,
though I call, she answers not her phone.
we had a fight and I was angry,
said some words I did not mean;
I miss her now more than tears can carry,
and my life means nothing to me.
I'm now alone, she left forever
she'll naught return and I will stay,
and if perchance there comes another,
I'll turn my back and walk away.
it's she I love, it's her the only,
one I want to see each day.
my legs grow weak, my heart grows heavy,
each night, with tears; I find -- a place
to stay.
03/01/2004