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A new man in her life...after some obvious un-balanced comparisons...finally ready to move on.

Submitted:Dec 20, 2006    Reads: 391    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   

If he talks at all
It's "hmm, what'd you say?"
You call me "hun"
You call me "babe"

He walks out the door
You slide right in
You hold me close
This can't be a sin

He leaves for hours
You're always there
You ask how my day was
You seem to care

He sits in the other room
You call on the phone
You ask "is he there?"
I whisper "I'm not quite alone"

He doesn't seem to notice
I don't think he suspects
That you are my lover
And it's more than sex

If he had a clue
I doubt he'd even ask
You fill up this space
That he finds a 'task'

He leaves me hollow
You fill me up
I guess I'm finally done with him
You're more than enough.


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