Fringe

Existing on the outer edges

                                       

You take her to meet them one by one

You take her to bed after they leave

But it is I who is left forever to grieve

While it is she who basks in your sun

 

Forever on the fringe of the front lines

of your life, your family gatherings gone

But from dusk until the rosy pink dawn

On you alone the forlorn moon shines

 

Left with quiet moments before sleep

On the edge of unconsciousness I remain

A dream that you hold onto and keep

Wishing on a star that you should

         not complain

 

For you have everything you want in her

Except that part of you, that desire I do stir

 

 

Reviews

[Natalie]

Hmmm, makes me wonder about your secret life LOL.