Every morning is another chance to change.
Every evening she sees
that everything has stayed the same.
Those smiling eyes are still so far away
and it doesn’t seem to matter
what’s the trouble
with being loved.
She’s got a new look on.
Her makeup done.
New dress she bought
and hair that cost a fortune.
When he gets home,
he just turns the TV on,
stares at his phone
and she feels like a ghost.
Wonders where she went wrong.
Blames herself when he is gone.
She sits waiting for her time to come,
but it never does,
not what she’s counting on.
She loves the world,
would like to make some new friends,
but she’s afraid
of what would happen then.
A new resolve,
a new day is born.
She stands up tall,
walks to the door,
then turns around
and sits back down;
tells herself,
it really doesn’t matter
anyhow.
When he returns,
it’s just like before.
Her eyes drift to tomorrow
and she knows
that her happiness is going
to have to be her own
and sometimes
love’s importance
can be overblown.
She takes her shoes.
She leaves her keys.
A warmer coat,
in case there’s a breeze.
A couple cards,
a little cash;
out the door,
she’s walking fast.
She starts to run.
She starts to cry.
It feels so right
and she doesn’t know why
she waited this long
to spread her wings and fly.
Sometimes,
the best “Good Morning”,
is “Good-Bye”.
Good-Bye.
HG – 2017
