I see her from time to time.
There is no reason, no rhyme to how I still feel.
I will never feel that love, not a love that real,
as I did, as WE did, again.
But life goes on they say,
And so,
everyday I rise and work and rest
I do my best, then I remember
my best wasn't good enough,
Not then.
And
I see her from time to time,
She is older...WE are older,
and somewhere deep inside there is still a spark an ember,
And I remember, her and me, how it was,
how it use to be,
how we...
were.
And I see her from time to time
My ex wife, my ex life
And each time I die a little more,
I cry,
a little more.
But I have great joy too, for there is a part of us,
a special living part of us that walks tall and strong
a part that will always belong,
to us,
my son...
OUR son.
He is a part of her, a part of me,
that part of me that is free.
And I remember
I shall see her,
from time to time.