I ask you feel the tears that soak this note
I believe they speak the words that fail me
Since the slammed door and your dramatic exit
I only hear my pulse calling your return
I accept the blame or what ever it takes
Just consider our past, our history
Think over again the good times
Relive those smiles that you wore
I see the tears are now dry
But look within the smudged ink
It is there, you will see
My pain, my hurting
Come home soon
For this is your home
I write not about the walls
I talk of my heart
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