Alone I lay upon my bed;

       visions of what might have been

             visit my head.

                      A love once held, now departed;

                             a marriage doomed before it started.

                                     Two people not meant to be;

                                            now, all that remains is me.

                                                 Too blind to see

                                          that special something that was lost.

                                    Before she cried enough

                            and ruled our marriage much to tough

                 for her to continue to cope with my "stuff".

         Alas, my cry remains:

             "All I ask is to be me,

                     for someone to love me as I am

                            and to accept the love I have to give

                                   for the days that remain."

                                          I know not how to give more than I can,

                                               nor at this date

                                                     do I want to pay the price

                                                            of being ever so nice

                                                    for the sake of giving another a break.

                                            No, my vision, if of tomorrow -

                                    with you,

                               without you,

                       it seems a simple choice.

                              For somewhere, somehow I shall find

                                      someone to be wholly mine.

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