Thinking of You Only
I remember you sometimes,
and it's only when I'm lonely.
It's more often now than not,
regrets that memories have shown me.
Walking down this path alone,
which ever the winds of fate have blown me.
It wouldn't be so cold at night,
if I wasn't thinking of you only.
I dream of you sometimes,
but it's only when I'm breathing.
My heart still skips a beat or two,
at the thought of you still leaving.
Haven't got the strength to wipe the tears away,
but in my dreams you're there to hold me.
This bed wouldn't be so wide at night
if I wasn't thinking of you only.
Your picture's getting faded now.
It's worn from all it's use.
I don't want the glass between us.
Like me, it's not handling this abuse.
I've got the negative in a drawer somewhere,
in a pile stacked high like sliced bologna.
Waiting for for a break some day,
when I'm not thinking of you only.
Our rings are rusting on the counter.
Forever they'll be side by side.
Unlike our hands they're still together.
Joined by God as man and wife.
Some day I'll take a rag and shine them,
when you take the time to phone me,
and tell me that your coming back,
and I'm not thinking of you only.
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