Friday Night
It’s Friday night and I sit here all alone.
I wonder what you’re doing right now.
I wonder if you ever think of me,
Because I always think of you.
I wonder if you’re really all that happy,
Living on your own.
Or if you’re just trying,
to be strong to your decision.
I never understood why you left,
And I don’t think I ever will.
There are so many things that keep me up at night.
And all of them are because of you.
You left me for our friend that we trusted,
You left me when I need you most.
You threw away our marriage of six years,
And threw away your three children along with it.
It’s funny how you say so confidently,
that its not going to effect them.
When your parents left you at that young age.
I remember so clearly you telling me,
that you would never do that to your children.
Because it hurt so bad,
growing up alone with out a mom and dad.
Sometimes I just don’t understand you,
But that’s not going to stop me from caring about you.
I know deep down inside, you know the right thing to do.
One day you’ll find yourself and follow through.
And that’s why I sit here all alone staying true.
On a Friday night, waiting for you.
-Oblivion77-
Copyright © 2001, Oblivion77.
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