Our Last Fight

Not about me and my husband's last fight, hopefully there never will be one of these.

Our last fight went on the whole night long,

It proved to me that you are gone.

Somehow I lost you,

Yet I still cling to what you do.

We both said hurtful things,

Our hearts to each other no longer sing.

The joy we once had is nowhere to be found,

To each other we are no longer bound.

I am tired of fighting with you,

To myself I am no longer true.

How do you go on,

When the feelings you shared are long gone.

I do not know what to do,

Or how to get through to you.

Please sit and talk to me,

Or if not then the door you must see.

I pray for just a little bit of time,

So that I can find what once was mine.

This last fight has worn me out.

And has left my bran feeling like a drought.

Please don't sit and argue,

For this mood is not you.

I know who you once were to me,

Yet my eyes can no longer see.