Sitting here in the attic, with nothing but a monster and time.
Trying to put words together, any which way they rhyme.
Wondering which way to go, where to stay, and what to do.
With every thought and memory, all that I see is you.
This journey we traveled, long imprinted in my mind,
It is hard to let go, when love is lost, this is how I unwind.
A life we have shared has had our ups and downs,
Knowing that in life, we all have restraints, thus being bound.
The plans I had for us, are just ripples a rock makes in a lake,
Moving away from thoughts, to slowly fade away in the wake.
One foot in front of the other, keep moving forward, people say,
In quicksand, any movement at all, makes your travel, only one way.
With every turn to try to get ahead, unbeatable odds, face is red.
Nothing I do can reverse the past, trust is gone, the marriage is dead.
Undertaking this life without you, seems unimaginable, feeling sad,
Never thought this journey would end, lies of true love, which I had.
All things heal with time, my life, these words, even these rhymes.