Blindsided

She said that she would always love him As she was walking out the front door He knew what she was really saying I don't want to see you anymore. He wondered where it had gone so wrong And how he had missed the warning signs To him, love was something you ran to. He guessed her love was a different kind. He still adores the ground she walked on But it looks like that was not enough He knew that she had made up her mind. And this wasn't some commitment bluff. Now he sleeps on her side of the bed Her teacup is still in the kitchen. He rushes for the phone when it rings Says a prayer, holds his breath, and listens. He dialed her number quite a few times. Even talked to the answering machine But now he feels like an intruder Butting in on another man' dream.