I Wonder
When my days turn dim and nights grow chill,
I wonder, does he sometimes think of me still.
When darkness continues to last without end,
I wonder, has he found a new intimate friend.
Tossing upon these crumpled bed sheets,
I wonder, who doles to him such sweets?
When sleep alludes me for restless yearning,
I wonder, when will love for him stop burning.
Long ago he told me he hates to be all alone.
Does it ever cross his mind to use the phone?
And if he called, what would we think to say,
I shouldn't wonder, it will not happen that way.
After all this time, it's better that we remain apart.
It's the only way I know to salve my wounded heart.
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