I Waited Until Today

I fitfully half-slept in our half empty bed, Reaching for my lover, Assuming you were dead. Sweet word touched not my longing. Passion's urge over N'er rang my yearning phone. I died a little bit more each lonely day, Praying if lost You would perhaps somehow find your way ... Then, happening stumbled to my very door, And such the cost When I saw you've been with her, your whore.