Willows bending in the breeze
Memories dance with a soothing ease
Heels are clacking on the floor
The sound of laughter escapes her door
While I begin to saunter to my room
She calls for me sweetly, peppering her perfume
As I enter she greets me with adoring praise
I cling to her instantly, safe in her gaze
The scent of wine seeps from her smile
He arrives, I depart, my throat tastes of bile
His eyes are on her, pervertly so
I can hear their voices hushed and low
She’ll soon come in, whisper soft in my ear
I’ll beg in my heart, that she stays near
I’ll grasp so tight, my face to her cheek
I watch her go, and the tears start to streak
In the morning, I know I’ll be with her once more
But how long, I’ll wonder, before she loses this war
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