Thinking About Him

Tonight the waxed moon looks the same
as it did the night he told me good-bye
I stood frozen gazing out over the still water
doing my best not to let him see me cry.

He promised he would come back soon
but somehow I knew his promise wasn't true
because he turned away not looking into my eyes
it was then I knew our time together was through.

I came back tonight to get my thoughts in order
planning the path I will travel beginning tomorrow
a thought just entered my mind what I will not do
that's spending the rest of my life drowning in sorrow.

Thinking about him....

Ralph L. Clark © 2006











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