Each time I see him, there you are
His humor - and - his hair
The way he laughs is you by far-
Each time He's near, you're there.
And Oh, she is just like you!
Her temper- she is so stubborn!
She's got your hair as well - eyes, too
Your little girl's all woman.
The way they look, think, and act
You're in them to the core-
It's quite unsettling in fact,
Seeing past it is quite a chore.
I've got your wedding band,
It's around here somewhere in a drawer..
I used to wear it on my left hand,
But now it's hard to know what for.
You thought I didn't love you
When I chose to walk away
That was so very untrue!
You never wanted me to stay.
How foolish was I to think
You'd fight for love; for me-
And now that love is on the brink
Of being a mere memory.
Peices of us, of you and I;
I thought they'd make it last
But there's too much 'an eye for an eye'
Too much history in our past.
They are the very hinges
On the door of a twelve year love affair
It's sad that we're so stingy
That their little lives are so unfair.
I don't wonder where you are
I know you're always near
For when they're near, you are here-
And I can still love you dear.
The divorce is final....
Regards,
Kris
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