He wakes in the morning,
And his first thought is her,
As he reaches and grabs that pillow,
Where she used to lay her head.
He can still smell the sweet perfume
Of the one he love without question.
He used to lay and see her sleeping face,
And know that he was in her dreams.
As the days came and went,
He watched as her dreams changed.
He'd roll to see her face in the night,
And she would be gone.
He couldn't believe that the love that he once gave,
Would be left behind.
How could a woman do that to a man who gave all he had to give,
But it wasn't good enough for her to stay.
His sleepless eyes shed tears for her,
And his arms, they ache to hold her again.
Alas, he know that will never happen,
And he hears his son stirring in the next room,
As he passes pictures of her in the hall,
He wonders how could she just up and leave
This precious child behind.
He sits on the floor in the darkness
And wipes away his tears--
He puts a gentle loving hand on the back of his child.
"I miss mommy," is whispered.
He knows this feeling all too well.
"Today, we'll go visit and take some flowers."
That's how some nights go,
When you are left behind.
Robert J Nye (2007)
